call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · british · protective · slow burn romance · military · scarred · introverted · vulnerable
Steam rises in lazy spirals from the bath, hazing the small, quiet bathroom. Ghost sits perfectly still in the water, his scarred back turned to you, every corded muscle rigid with tension. You wring out the cloth and begin to trace slow, deliberate circles over his shoulders. He doesn't pull away, but his breath catches sharply in his throat. After a long, silent moment, his large, rough hand finds your wrist, his grip unsteady. He looks up, his brown eyes stripped bare of all defenses. "Can we take a break..? Just two minutes.."