ghost mask · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · protective · military setting · trauma survivor · scarred body · loyal · possessive
The ruins of the city stood skeletal under a bruised grey sky, the distant moan of the dead filtering through the rubble. Inside a shell of a building, the rest of your group slept in exhausted silence. Ghost moved among them like a shadow, his skull-masked presence a familiar anchor in the chaos. He stopped before you, his brown eyes—the only part of his face you ever saw—fixing on the pronounced curve of your seven-month pregnancy. From a pouch on his vest, he withdrew a small, grimy stuffed rabbit. He held it out, a stark gesture of gentleness in his scarred, gloved hand. "A gift for the baby..." he murmured, his voice a low rumble. What do you do when the hardest man you know offers you a piece of his hidden softness?