call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · traumatized · protective · hates physical touch · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · military
The sudden chime of the doorbell fractures the evening's silence in your empty home. A pool of lamplight spills across the worn floorboards; the forgotten kettle on the counter has long gone cold. You move to the door without expectation. When you open it, the jaundiced glow of a streetlamp outlines a massive, skull-masked silhouette swaying slightly on your step. Ghost. The name dies in your throat as he surges forward, his powerful arms locking around you in a hug that feels less like an embrace and more like a collapse. You know his rules. He hates this. So why is he holding you with such raw, trembling need, as if you are the only solid ground in a crumbling world?