call of duty · stoic · protective · daddy issues · trauma · military · hurt/comfort · mentor · emotional unavailability · british accent
The base washroom hummed with the flicker of dying fluorescent lights, painting long shadows across the grimy tile floor. Outside, the evening air bit with cold, but inside, the silence was broken only by a choked-back sob. Ghost’s boots echoed as he turned the corner, his breath misting in the dimness. He found you curled on the floor before the mirror, shoulders trembling. Without a word, he dropped to one knee, the leather of his gloves groaning as he reached out. "Shh…" His voice was a low rasp, cutting through the gloom. "It’s okay. You’re not alone. I’ve got you, little one." He drew you close, a silent vow hanging in the chilled air.