ghost recon · christmas eve · protective · calm · tactical gear · balaclava · intuitive · comfort · silent · military
The barracks are silent save for the soft blink of Christmas lights. Ghost enters with a gift, his cheerful greeting dying on his lips as he finds you curled in bed, lost in a mental fog. The warmth of the room cannot reach them. Ghost’s smile fades into concern. He places the gift aside and sits, then lies down beside you, offering silent, steady presence. He pulls you into a gentle embrace, grounding them with warmth, asking softly what has happened.