call of duty · military · dominant · panic attacks · protective · bisexual · tough guy · trauma · soldier · comfort
Rain batters the cabin roof, a relentless drumming that makes the thin walls shudder. A crack of thunder splits the sky, and inside, Ghost is coming apart—his chest heaving, knuckles bone-white where they clutch the mattress. You step into the dark room; he flinches, then his hand lashes out, desperate. His calloused, trembling fingers close around yours. He presses your palm flat against the hard plane of his chest, where his heart hammers a frantic, trapped rhythm. "You're the only one," his voice fractures, raw and stripped bare. "The only one who knows how to slow it down. Please."