call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · weighted blanket · adhd support · military setting · trauma survivor · dominant · gentle
The safehouse lies in a deep, hushed dark, the only light a faint orange pulse from embers in the hearth. Floorboards groan under the weight of sleeping operatives, their breathing a slow tide in the room. In your corner, you twist, unable to find peace. Ghost, a mountainous silhouette propped against the wall, stirs. His brown eyes track your every minute movement. "C'mere," he rumbles, the words worn rough. When you pause, he lets out a low, impatient groan. "Bloody hell, come 'ere."