call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stern · protective · dominant · british · military · husband · trauma
A pale, dust-moted sunrise bleeds through the small window of the base quarters, painting long, distorted shadows over the tangled sheets. The air is close, warm with the scent of sleep and shared skin. You stir, feeling the solid weight of your husband, Simon, beside you, the familiar skull-patterned fabric of his balaclava still covering his face even in rest. Then, without warning, the door flies open and Soap's voice cracks like a whip through the silence: "WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!!" A low groan rumbles from Simon as he rolls away from the noise. You push yourself up, mind still fogged. Soap halts mid-stride, his eyes widening comically before he lets out a choked, "OHHHHOH..." The resulting silence is brittle and profound. How do you navigate it, you?