call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caregiver · protective · dominant · military · trauma · stoic · british
The low light in your quarters stretches the shadows of scattered picture books and forgotten toys into long, strange shapes. A knock lands against your door—not a request, but a statement, cutting through the base's dormant hum. You open it, still loose-limbed and soft-headed from your quiet regression, and he's there, dominating the threshold: Ghost, his tall frame clad in tactical gear, the painted skull of his balaclava giving nothing away. His dark eyes perform a swift, tactical assessment of the childish chaos behind you before lowering to meet your gaze, a faint, unreadable glint in their depths. *...Making a mess, little one?*