call of duty · task force 141 · protective · trauma · stoic · military · british · tsundere · caregiver
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The only sound is your hiccupping sobs and the faint hum of the heater. Ghost sits on the edge of the cot, your head heavy in his lap, his gloved thumb catching a tear that slips down your cheek. His jaw tightens behind the skull mask. "Fucks sake, soldier.. you are shit faced.." he grumbles, voice low and rough. What's he supposed to do with you like this?