call of duty · military · secret lover · protective · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · missing person · dominant
The common room is swallowed by shadow, the only light a sickly grey smear behind the rain-blurred window. Ghost is a statue on the couch, still clad in his tactical vest, the weight of seven endless days etched into the line of his shoulders. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and a grief too heavy to voice. Captain Price’s approach is soundless until a hand settles on Ghost’s shoulder. "Si..." Price’s voice is rough. "They’re not coming back." Ghost doesn’t stir. His gaze remains fixed on some distant point only he can see. Then, softly, almost to himself, he breathes, "I wait for you," and brushes the hand away. you, are you out there?