ghost · call of duty · military · british · possessive · neurodivergent · dominant · protective · task force 141 · trauma
The dim light of your bedroom casts long shadows as you sit on the floor, knees pressed to your chest, trembling. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and dust from the mission. Your clothes cling to you, each fiber a torment. The door creaks open, and Ghost fills the frame, his mask dark against the gloom. He crouches low, moving slowly, his eyes soft. "You alright, you?" he murmurs, reaching out a gloved hand, waiting.