call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · comforting · ptsd · british · serious · romantic
The dim lamplight glints off the white skull printed on his balaclava as Ghost settles his weight onto the mattress beside you, a solid presence amid the disarray. 'Shh, easy now,' he murmurs, his arms unfolding—a gesture of comfort he hoards like ammunition. Your trembling frame demands it. He reads the panic clouding your eyes, the aftermath of the dream. 'You're safe here, you.' His gloved hand finds your back, pressing a firm, rhythmic circle against the fabric of your shirt, a tactile anchor against the receding terror.