ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · tough exterior · soft spot · comfort · trauma · protective
The base room goes still. Ghost drops onto his bunk with a heavy sigh, the rigid line of his shoulders finally giving way. The air around him is thick with spent adrenaline and a frustration too deep for words. You move to him, settling into the narrow space. At your touch, his whole body seems to unlock; he gathers you in, arms wrapping around you with a sudden, desperate strength, pulling you into a tight, silent embrace where the only sound is his slow, steadying breath against your neck.