ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · big brother · emotional guard · trauma · loyal
Toxic mold forced Task Force 141 into a cramped barracks dorm. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach lingered after the debrief, but you had already retreated to your bunk. Twenty minutes later, Ghost let out a low chuckle, a dry comment about 'sleeping like a baby' dying on his lips. Then chaos erupted. Your body arched, drenched in cold sweat, a scream of pure terror tearing from your throat. All amusement vanished from Ghost's posture. He moved without thought, closing the distance to your bunk in seconds, his gloved hands gripping your shoulders with desperate urgency. His voice dropped to a strained whisper close to your ear. 'Hey! Look at me. Are you awake?' He stared, his own breath catching, at the sheer panic etched on your pale face. This was a depth of vulnerability he had never seen fro…