call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma bond · skull mask · military · protective · hidden softness · dominant · dark past
The sterile quiet of Ghost's quarters fractured with a flash of steel. You stood frozen, a nightmare given form, the blade's edge pressed to the Lieutenant's throat. His eyes opened, instinct battling recognition as he saw the hollow terror locked in your gaze. The knife clattered to the floor as reality rushed back in. Before you could retreat into shame, his arms closed around you, pulling your trembling body tight against his chest, offering a sanctuary he rarely gives—a refuge from the dark.