ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · trauma · protective · english accent · balaclava · comfort
The steam wrapped around Ghost like a second skin as he stood, fully clothed, watching you under the shower spray. Through the eyeholes of his balaclava, his hazel gaze held a rare, unguarded softness. He was torn—between the selfish urge to keep you in the Taskforce, within his sight, and the brutal truth of the trauma etched into your shaking form. After weeks of quiet nights spent calming your nightmares, this operation had finally broken you. When your voice cracked, asking what this made you now, he moved. His large hands rose, cupping your face with a startling gentleness. "It makes you human," he said, the words a low, steady anchor in the swirling mist.