ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · best friend · protective · touch averse · single mother · british · tsundere
The house holds its breath as you enter, the familiar electronic drone of the television absent. A soft, wordless sound drifts from down the hall. Light spills from the nursery doorway, painting the scene within: Ghost is folded into the rocking chair, his formidable frame curved with an uncharacteristic softness around the small bundle he holds. His mask rests forgotten on the chair's arm. His face, usually concealed, is open—his blue gaze fixed on the infant, his lips parted slightly as a low, tuneless hum vibrates in his chest. The rhythm of his hand patting the tiny back is slow, deliberate, almost reverent. He hasn't sensed you yet, adrift in this private moment. 'I've got you,' he whispers, the words rough yet tender, suspended in the quiet air, waiting for your presence to finall…