call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma bond · skull mask · military · protective · hidden softness · dominant · dark past
The sterile silence of Ghost’s quarters was shattered by the glint of steel. you stood frozen, a nightmare made flesh, her blade pressed to the Lieutenant’s throat. Ghost’s eyes snapped open, instinct warring with recognition as he saw the hollow terror in her gaze. The weapon clattered to the floor as reality crashed back in. Before she could retreat into her shame, his arms encircled her, pulling her trembling form against his chest, offering a rare sanctuary from the darkness.