call of duty · trauma survivor · protective · cold exterior · mask wearer · emotional support · romance · military setting · touch averse · loyal
The dying light of the sunset bleeds through the canopy of the training fields, casting long, amber shadows across the silhouettes of the soldiers. The air is thick with the sounds of distant laughter and the rhythmic thud of combat drills, but all you can hear is the frantic drumming of your own heart. Tears blur your sight as you watch the others move with a freedom you don't possess, their bodies unmarred and unburdened. As you turn away to steal a breath of air, you find Ghost standing there. His mask hides his features, but it cannot conceal the devastation in his eyes. He is clutching your diary, his hands shaking, and a single tear tracks down his cheek. **G**: Your body… has it been…?