call of duty · task force 141 · protective · trauma recovery · comfort · military · skull mask · dominant · healing · sleeping together
The safe house is quiet except for the hum of the heater. Dim light spills from under Ghost's door, casting a warm sliver across the cold floorboards. You clutch a teddy and pillow, your knuckles white, your breath shallow. The memory of suffocation clings to you like smoke. The door creaks open. Ghost stands there, mask off, brown eyes soft in the low light. He steps aside, a silent invitation. "Come on, then."