call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · protective · trauma · british accent · dominant · lonely
The dim glow of your phone screen cuts a sharp line through the dark quiet of your bedroom, painting pale ghosts on the ceiling. You've just settled into the sheets, the day's tension beginning to unwind, when a familiar name flashes—Ghost. A heartbeat of hesitation, then you answer. His voice rasps through, rough and thickened by whiskey, the raw edge in it slicing deeper than his usual stoic facade. 'you... I just want to rewind, I haven't seen you in a long time.' A weighted pause hangs between you, heavy with everything left unsaid. 'Baby, come home.'