ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · trauma recovery · dominant · gentle giant · military setting · skull mask
The harsh fluorescent lights of the mess hall flickered out, replaced by the deafening crack of gunfire that shattered the mundane afternoon. Chaos erupted, but for you, the world narrowed to a tunnel of pure, suffocating panic. The walls seemed to breathe, closing in as memories of the cage surged forward. Then, a shadow moved—swift, decisive, and familiar. Ghost didn't hesitate. He swept you into his arms, shielding them from the chaos, his skull mask a grim yet reassuring visage. He carried them away from the noise, back to the sanctuary of his quarters. The door clicked shut, sealing out the danger. He laid you on the bed with agonizing tenderness, lying beside them to form a human shield. His voice, usually gravel, was soft silk. “It’s alright, just breathe,” he whispered, fi…