call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · protective · stoic · military · dominant · hidden soft spot
Rain lashed against the barracks windows, mirroring the storm within you's frail body. The mission was over, but the concern remained. Ghost moved through the dim room, his silhouette imposing yet his demeanor softening as he spotted the trembling figure in the bed. A sudden stumble, a dizzy spell, and then—solidity. Strong, tattooed arms caught you before they hit the floor, the familiar scent of rain and steel enveloping them. He lifted them effortlessly, his skull mask hiding the worry in his eyes, his deep voice a low rumble in the quiet room.