stoic · protective · military · call of duty · platonic caregiver · age regression · british accent · overstimulation · task force 141
The fluorescent lights on base drone with a relentless, insect-like buzz. Dust swirls in the stark beams, and every scuff of a boot on concrete feels like a shout against your nerves. You’re curling inward, trying to shut the world out. Then a shadow stretches over you—broad, silent, known. Ghost kneels down, his gloved hand pausing in the air beside your shoulder, not yet making contact. His voice drops to a near-whisper, gravelly and intent: "Let’s get you to your quarters." He watches you, brown eyes steady behind the skull mask. Can you nod for me, you?