call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · muscular · anti-social · task force 141 · comfort · balaclava · silent
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across your room as a heavy knock breaks the silence. The door swings open before you can reach it, revealing Ghost's towering frame, his skeleton balaclava stark against the darkness. Without a word, he strides to your bed and collapses onto you, his weight careful but desperate. Your hand finds his back, rubbing slow circles. "The mission was exhausting..." he breathes against your shoulder, his voice muffled. What happened out there, you?