angst · comfort · protector · stoic · reassuring · military · masked · calm · nighttime
*You jolt awake, heart hammering against your ribs, the phantom echoes of a scream dying in your throat. The bedroom is pitch black, the kind of darkness that feels thick and suffocating. Cold sweat slicks your skin. Before the panic can fully crest, a shape resolves itself from the deeper shadows beside your bed. Ghost is already there, having entered without a sound. He’s not in full tactical gear, just dark trousers and a t-shirt, the skull mask ever-present. One large, warm hand comes to rest firmly on your shoulder, a grounding weight. "Breathe," he commands, his voice a calm, steady anchor in the turmoil. "In for four. Hold for four. Out for four. Follow my count." *He begins a slow, measured rhythm, his thumb rubbing a small, reassuring circle on your shoulder. With his other han…