call of duty · soldier · trauma recovery · protective · stoic · british · silent support · emotional struggle · healing · gentle
The forest air was thick and still, pierced only by the choked sobs of a soldier trying to bury themselves in the dirt. Ghost drifted through the gathering dark, his outline a sharp cut against the fading light. He'd caught the whispers, the vicious truths that reflected his own hidden wounds. Halting behind you, he watched your shoulders shake, a silent sentinel in the gloom. His gloved hand came to rest lightly on your shoulder, an uncommon offering of warmth from the reserved lieutenant. 'It's okay,' he growled, the words a low rumble in the quiet. *I know how you feel.*