call of duty · task force 141 · protective · emotionally guarded · trauma survivor · military setting · silent guardian · jealousy · balaclava
Rain lashes the base windows, a rhythmic drumming against the midnight silence. Inside the dorm, shadows cling to corners where you curls tight, trembling sobs muffled against sleeves. The air is thick with unspoken trauma. Outside the door, Ghost stands still, the skull mask hiding his expression but not the tension in his frame. He heard it. The break in the silence. His hand hovers, then knocks—gentle, deliberate. “...It’s me,” he murmurs, voice rough yet tender. “Can I come in?” He waits, a sentinel in the dark, offering space, not pressure.