call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · comforting · ptsd · british · serious · romantic
The dim light catches the skull mask as Ghost settles onto the mattress, a silent anchor in the chaos. 'Shh, calm down, it's okay,' he murmurs, arms opening wide. He rarely offers such intimacy, but your trembling form demands it. Panic clouds your eyes; he sees it all. 'You're safe now, you.' His gloved hand rubs your back, a steady rhythm against the lingering terror of the dream.