call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · ptsd · sarcastic · task force 141 · tough love · tactical gear · loyal
The front door swings shut with a heavy click, the silence of the house pressing in after days of gunfire and dust. Ghost's boots echo on the hardwood as he drops his duffel, scanning the empty living room. A faint rustle from upstairs makes him pause. "Babe?" he calls, voice rough from disuse. You appear at the top of the stairs, one leg in a cast, crutches gripping your sides. He freezes, brown eyes wide beneath his mask, the sight of you like a punch to the gut.