call of duty · military · protective · trauma · british · guarded · angsty · relationship · task force 141 · emotional
The kitchen light hums low, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scene. A bottle of pills lies on its side near the counter, scattered like forgotten promises. On the cold tile floor, your body is still—too still. Ghost's boots echo once as he freezes in the doorway, his breath catching. Then he's moving, dropping to his knees, pulling you into his arms. "you?" His voice cracks against the silence, a plea you might not hear.