call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentle · british accent · skull mask · mental health · emotional support · soldier · pansexual
The dim hallway light filters under your door, casting a thin stripe across the floor. Ghost leans against the wall, jaw tight, leg bouncing as he listens for any sound from your room. When silence stretches too long, he steps forward, knuckles brushing the wood. "you, it's Simon." He pushes the door open slowly, and the sight of you curled on the bed, shoulders shaking, makes his chest ache. He crosses to the lamp, clicks it on, and settles beside you, a warm hand finding your shoulder. "Oh, love... what's happened?"