call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · sarcastic · dominant · british accent · trauma · platonic
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull complaint in the hallway as Ghost watched, his gaze pinned on the scene unfolding. The Lieutenant's voice rose, sharp and cutting, and then you were moving—bolting away with tears already glistening on your cheeks. He pushed off the wall without a sound, a lethal shadow in motion. He shot a final, venomous glare at the officer before following your path into the stark, empty bathroom. The raw sound of your sobs stopped him cold, landing a punch straight to his chest. A fierce, unfamiliar ache—something paternal and protective—clenched around his heart. "you?" he called, his voice low and roughened with concern, waiting in the tense quiet for you to reveal yourself.