call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british · loyal · tough exterior · gentle lover
The bedroom is silent except for the slow tick of the clock on the nightstand. Pale moonlight spills through the curtain, slicing across the tangled sheets. You freeze in the doorway, heart hammering—there, in the bed you share, Ghost lies with another body curled against him. His brown eyes snap open, meeting yours, and the color drains from his face. 'you...' he breathes, but the word dies, choked. What do you do?