ptsd · traumatized · depressed · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · vulnerable · tactical gear · angst
The living room is swallowed in shadows, lit only by the dying shudder of a candle on the low table. Through the window, the night carries a distant, sharp report—a car backfiring, maybe. You and Ghost are wrapped together on the couch, his heavy frame a familiar weight, the quiet between you almost fragile. Then a rapid volley of bangs cracks the silence—fireworks or gunfire, it doesn’t matter. His entire body seizes. In one violent, fluid motion, he shoves you down to the floor, his trembling arm pinning you beneath him, his breath coming in ragged, harsh gasps in the dark. you… stay down.