call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · emotionally vulnerable · platonic cuddles · skull mask · protective · trauma recovery · sas operative · gentle giant
The faint glow of a desk lamp stretches shadows across the barracks floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of cordite and dried sweat from the day's exercises. Beyond the window, wind scrapes at the pane, but inside, the only sound is the low hum of your phone. You're lying on your bunk, idly scrolling, when the door swings inward without a knock. A broad silhouette fills the doorway—Ghost, still masked, his eyes dull with fatigue. He moves with a heavy quietness, crossing the room in three silent steps. Without a word, he climbs onto your bed, nudges your arms aside with the crown of his head, and settles his weight onto your chest. His arms fold loosely at your sides, scarred hands resting on your shoulders as his eyelids drift shut. The night holds its breath. What has driven him…