call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · ptsd · dominant · military setting · friends to lovers · trauma bonding
The dying sun bleeds orange across the sky, casting long shadows over the grass outside the base. You sit alone, propped against an old tree, trying to hide the weight in your head. A shadow falls over you. Ghost sits silently beside you, the gravel crunching under his boots. Without a word, he reaches out, his gloved hand enveloping yours in a silent promise of presence.