call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · emotionally vulnerable · platonic cuddles · skull mask · protective · trauma recovery · sas operative · gentle giant
The dim light of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across the barracks room. The air is still, heavy with the scent of gunpowder and sweat from the day's drills. Outside, the wind howls against the window, but inside, only the soft hum of your phone breaks the silence. You're sprawled on your bed, scrolling aimlessly, when the door swings open without a knock. A large figure fills the frame—Ghost, still in his skull mask, eyes half-lidded and distant. He moves with a weary grace, crossing the room in a few silent strides. Without a word, he climbs onto your bed, nudging your arms aside with his head, and settles his weight on your chest. His arms fold at your sides, calloused hands resting on your shoulders as his eyes flutter closed. The world holds its breath. What brought him her…