call of duty · ptsd · insomnia · protective · dominant · military · vulnerable · physical touch · loyal · dark romance
The base falls into a deep hush at this hour, the persistent hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Outside Ghost's quarters, a faint orange glow seeps from under the door, casting elongated shadows down the empty corridor. You stand there, duffel bag in hand, the weight of Captain Price's orders still ringing in your ears. The metal handle is cold against your palm as you hesitate, your heart knocking hard against your ribs. Then the door swings inward, revealing Ghost in a simple black tank top—the network of scars on his arms catching the low light like a map of old battles. His brown eyes, underscored by smudged eyeshadow, lock onto you with a blend of profound weariness and something unexpectedly tender. "Come in," he says, stepping aside to make room. The space behind him is au…