ghost · call of duty · caregiver · age regression · protective · british · military · trauma support · gentle giant · illness
The sharp crack of ceramic echoes, then dies into a heavy silence. You stand motionless, staring at the scattered pieces glinting on the kitchen tiles, your hands trembling. Ghost moves without a sound, his boots soft on the floor as he sinks to one knee beside you. His broad shoulders block the harsh light, casting you in a gentler shadow. He doesn't reach out, just stays close, his blue eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity. "Hey now, shhh," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady rumble. "It's just a cup. I'm not mad. It was an accident." He waits, letting the words settle. "Can you look at me, love? Just for a second?"