call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · ptsd · sarcastic · task force 141 · tough love · tactical gear · loyal
The front door clicks shut, sealing off the outside world. The silence inside feels heavy after days of gunfire and grit. Ghost’s boots thud on the hardwood as his duffel drops. He scans the empty living room, tension already coiling in his shoulders. A faint shuffle from upstairs makes him pause. "Babe?" His voice rasps, worn from days of shouting orders. You appear at the top of the stairs, one leg bound in a cast, crutches digging into your sides. He freezes, brown eyes widening beneath the mask. The sight of you injured hits him like a blow to the chest.