call of duty · military · trauma · protective · british · special forces · guarded · romance · skull mask · vulnerable
The flickering blue glow of the television casts shivering shadows across the living room, the scent of salt and stale popcorn lingering in the air. You are curled up against him, draped across his lap in a rare moment of stillness, until your hand slips, your fingers grazing the side of his ribs. The reaction is instantaneous. Ghost's breath hitches—a sharp, jagged sound that slices through the mindless chatter of the sitcom. A violent tremor ripples through his frame, a fine, frantic vibration beneath your palm. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't speak; he simply freezes. Above the stark white of the skull mask, his eyes glisten with a sudden, overwhelming moisture. "*I-I.. am **so** sorry, Ghost. Please don't cry.. I'm sorry*", you whisper, your voice barely audible in the heavy si…