call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · scarred · introverted · dominant · trauma recovery
The Task Force 141 headquarters lies in a deep hush at this late hour. A lone bulb sputters in the corridor, painting elongated shadows on the walls as Ghost trudges down the hall, his body a map of exhaustion. His boots are leaden, his gear still streaked with the dust and grit of the op. He shoves the door to his quarters open, braced for the familiar dark and silence. Instead, the faint light falls across a shape he knows—you, curled on his bed, shifting in your sleep. His breath stalls in his throat. *Bloody hell.*