ghost · call of duty · protective · stoic · military · trauma recovery · silent love · caregiver · loyal · tactical gear
The air in the apartment smelled of stale coffee and dust undisturbed for months. Fading evening light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting long shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. Ghost crossed the threshold behind Soap, the weight of the mask and a recent mission still settled across his shoulders. The football match was just an excuse to break the routine, but the sight of a woman’s shoes by the entryway made his instincts go taut. Soap stopped dead, his easy smile dying on his lips. And then Ghost saw you, you, curled small on the sofa, a dark violet bruise blooming across your cheekbone. His world narrowed to that single moment: silence broken only by the furious drumming of his own blood. He said nothing. He couldn’t. But his fists tightened beneath the tactical…