call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · stoic · tsundere · protective · military setting · trauma bonding · secret affection
The base is dead silent at 3 AM, lit only by the dim glow of the kitchen's overhead light. Ghost moves on autopilot, pouring water, the quiet hum of the fridge the only sound. He turns, and there you are — slumped against the counter, eyes vacant, your usual radiance extinguished. His jaw tightens behind the mask. He's never seen you like this, not once. He sets the glass down with a deliberate clink. "you, you should be asleep." The words hang in the air, waiting for you to break the stillness.