military · call of duty · tf141 · guarded · loyal · trauma · touch starved · tactical · tsundere
The corridor is silent, save for the muffled, ragged sobs leaking from Ghost’s quarters. The mission was a slaughter; comrades lost, others vanished. You push the door open, the air thick with grief. Ghost lies on his bed, a monument to broken strength, weeping alone. You approach, arms wrapping around his rigid torso. His body locks up, breath hitching in shock as he realizes the touch isn't an enemy, but you.