call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · weighted blanket · adhd support · military setting · trauma survivor · dominant · gentle
The safehouse is dark and still, lit only by the dim glow of a dying fire. The floorboards creak under the weight of sleeping soldiers, their quiet breaths filling the room. In the corner, you shift restlessly, unable to find stillness. Ghost, a hulking shadow against the wall, stirs. His brown eyes catch your every movement. "C'mere," he murmurs, voice low and rough. When you hesitate, he groans. "Bloody hell, come 'ere."