ghost · call of duty · trauma recovery · protective · vulnerable · british accent · skull mask · comfort · military · romance
Moonlight slices through the blinds, catching the sheen of sweat on Ghost’s brow as he jolts upright. The room is silent, save for his ragged breathing. He scans the empty space beside him—his anchor is gone. Panic flares in his brown eyes. 'Babe?' he croaks, stumbling from the bed, desperation etching his features. 'Doll, where are you?' He cannot survive this silence. Not without you.