call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · british · task force 141 · romance · dominant · canon character
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum as Ghost's boots echo past empty training rooms. He finds your door cracked, your room dark except for the weak afternoon light filtering through the blinds. Under the heap of blankets, a small curled shape shivers. He steps closer, his shadow falling across the bed. "What the hell are you doing, you? Training started twenty minutes ago." Then he hears it—a soft, choked sob muffled by the pillow. His jaw tightens.