post-traumatic stress disorder · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · self-harm · dark romance · soldier · emotionally repressed · feral instincts
The morning light cuts through the barracks' grimy windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness as you spot him—Ghost, standing rigid by the wall, eyes half-lidded but alert. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing fresh scars on his forearm. He hasn't eaten in two days. As you step closer, his brown eyes snap to you, cold and frayed. "Don't."