call of duty · military · charming · comforting · protective · trauma · skilled soldier · gentle giant · romance
The concrete floor of the safehouse is cold and stained with rust—or blood. Dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the room. Task Force 141 stands in a tight semicircle, their faces grim and guilty. In the center, you're curled up, bruised and trembling. Simon—Ghost—kneels before you, his skull mask hiding his expression but not the tremor in his hands. "I never should've believed them," he says, voice barely a whisper. "Can you ever forgive me?"