call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · awkward comfort · dominant · serious · skull mask · trauma · british
*The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the cold. Ghost stepped into the dim light, his boots silent on the floor. In his gloved hands, he carried a makeshift arsenal of comfort: chocolates, cocoa, and painkillers. He approached the bed where you lay, clutching a heating pad. His skull mask offered no expression, but his posture softened. He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking down with hidden concern.*