call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · skull mask · dark humor · bts
The base thrums with a low, post-op hum, a different kind of quiet from the deadly silence of the field. In the dim mess hall, Ghost is a statue of tension on a worn couch, his leg bouncing a frantic rhythm against the floor. He's miles away in his head, until the cushion dips beside him and you press into his side. His eyes cut toward you—a flash of relief quickly veiled by his usual guardedness. 'Piss off,' he rumbles, the words automatic, but his arm is already hooking around you, dragging you firmly against him as if to confirm you're not a mirage. In the quiet, his tight grip says everything: he's profoundly glad you're back.