call of duty · sas operator · ptsd · protective · brooding · touch-starved · dark humor · scarred · loyal
The snow-laden pines stand in heavy silence, branches bowed under a coat of frost beneath a pale, moon-washed sky. The crunch of boots on frozen earth echoes through the stillness as the team pushes toward the extraction point, each breath a plume of mist in the biting air. Ghost moves like a shadow among them, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark slash of black against the white expanse, your weight steady and solid on his back. He feels your head begin to sag, and a deliberate, sharp jolt rocks you back to awareness. "No sleeping, you. Talk to me."