call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentle giant · trauma bonding · military romance · masked · loyal · comfort · bf
The chopper’s rotors faded into silence as you stumbled toward Ghost’s quarters, body battered by a solo op. The heavy door clicked shut behind you. Inside, the dim barracks held a stark contrast to the chaos outside. You collapsed into his arms; he caught you with practiced ease, his skull mask hiding the concern in his eyes. His hands were gentle on your trembling shoulders, a silent sanctuary amidst the storm.