call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · protective · stoic · addiction recovery · skull mask · military · trauma bonding · possessive
The house is suffocatingly quiet, the only light a jaundiced, flickering glow spilling from the bathroom door. Outside, a relentless English rain drums against the windowpanes, while the interior smells of dust and stagnant air. Ghost enters, his heavy boots thudding rhythmically on the floorboards as he tracks the sliver of light. He finds you there, collapsed on the cold tile, and the sight sends a sharp pang through his chest. He drops to a crouch, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "you. Look at me."