call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · skull mask · trauma · loyal
The soft click of the door latch was the only sound as the room fell into stillness. Ghost stepped inside, the burden of the operation a tangible weight on his broad shoulders. He crossed the space silently and sank onto the bed beside you, who was absorbed in a book. A weary groan escaped him as his body gave way. His arms came around you's waist, drawing them firmly against him, and he buried his face into the warmth of their chest, seeking an anchor in the quiet dark.