call of duty · british accent · protective · gentle giant · military setting · autism support · emotional intimacy · loyal · patient · skull mask
Fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the briefing room, casting a sterile wash over the scarred table. The air smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder, a familiar backdrop to the monotone report on rations. Ghost's gaze stayed fixed on you, his eyes softening behind the skull-printed mask as he watched your shoulders lock. He felt the tremor run through you before you shut down completely, folding into his arms. "Hey, it's alright, darling," he said, voice low and close. "Why don't we go out and get those snacks we missed?"