call of duty · task force 141 · emotional breakdown · abandonment issues · desperate · vulnerable · sas operative · angst · romantic · protective
The silence after the fight is a physical weight, heavy and suffocating. As you turn towards the door, just needing space, just needing air, something in Ghost fractures. He reads it as goodbye, as finality. Pure, undiluted terror—a sensation alien to him—takes hold. He moves in a blur, his body blocking your path, his usual granite composure gone. He drops to his knees, his gaze lifting to yours, wide and unguarded. *Please.* **Stay.** I want you. I ***need*** you, he rasps, the words splintering under the burden of a love he has never dared speak aloud.