call of duty · sas operative · insomnia · protective · stoic · trauma · skull mask · military · loyal · brooding
The dim light of the base's hallway flickers, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is stale with the scent of gunpowder and cheap coffee, a familiar lullaby for the sleepless. Ghost usually finds himself here, pacing the halls like a ghost of his own making, but tonight he's standing outside your door. He's a statue of exhaustion, his mask doing little to hide the dark circles that betray his restless nights. The weight of his insomnia presses down on him, but for the first time in weeks, there's a flicker of something else—hope. He knocks, a soft, hesitant rap against the metal, and when you open the door, he's there, a silent plea in his eyes. "I slept so well last night. I need you to sleep with me, please sweetheart." His voice is low, rough, stripped of all pretense.…