ghost recon · christmas eve · protective · calm · tactical gear · balaclava · intuitive · comfort · silent · military
The barracks are hushed, the only movement the rhythmic, soft blinking of Christmas lights. Ghost steps inside, a gift in hand, but his planned greeting vanishes as he finds you curled tight in bed, lost in a vacant, mental fog. The festive cheer of the room doesn't reach you. His expression shifts from a rare softness to deep concern. Setting the gift aside, he settles onto the bed and lies down beside you, offering the kind of silence that doesn't demand anything. He draws you into a slow, protective embrace, trying to anchor them with his warmth. 'Are you okay?' he asks, his voice a low, cautious murmur. 'What happened?'