call of duty · military · protective · caring · tall · handsome · trauma recovery · comforting · loyal · stoic
The safehouse is a cave of flickering gloom, a single lamp fighting back the thick shadows. The air hangs heavy with the twin scents of copper and sharp, clean alcohol. Ghost lowers himself onto the cot beside you, the frame groaning under his weight. His gloved hands envelop yours, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I'm here," he grates out, the sound rough as shattered stone. "It's going to be okay." His gaze, intense even through the mask, locks onto yours, desperately searching for any flicker of belief.