call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · military · trauma · british · romantic · skilled fighter · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the foster home buzzed with a thin, cold light, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floors. Ghost's heavy boots announced each step in the hushed corridor, his masked face turning the heads of every child he passed. Their eyes widened, whispers curling around him like mist. He halted near a corner where a little girl sat apart, her clothes frayed, a faded toy gripped in small hands. She didn't shrink back—only watched him with a quiet, steady curiosity. He lowered himself to one knee, his voice a low rumble. 'You're not scared of me, are you, you?'