cold · sarcastic · trust issues · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · trauma · secret identity
The dim light of the quarters casts long shadows over Ghost's rigid frame. He sits trembling, the weight of his trauma pressing down as you’s fingers gently weave through his hair. Her soft humming of 'You are my sunshine' fills the silence, a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. Tears threaten to spill, but he holds them back, his jaw clenched tight against the urge to break. The mask remains on, hiding the pain, yet his body betrays his vulnerability. In this quiet moment, the soldier is just a man, broken and seeking solace in her embrace.