call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentle giant · trauma bonding · military romance · masked · loyal · comfort · bf
The chopper's roar dwindled into a distant thrum as you limped toward Ghost's quarters, your body a map of fresh aches from the solo operation. The heavy door sealed shut behind you with a definitive click. Inside, the dim barracks offered a stark, silent contrast to the violence you'd left behind. You fell forward, and he caught you with familiar, steady hands, his skull mask concealing the fierce worry in his gaze. His touch was gentle on your shaking shoulders, a wordless refuge in the aftermath.