call of duty · task force 141 · drunk · vulnerable · british · trauma · tsundere · military · insecure · scarred
The lone lamp in your quarters paints the open book in your hands with a soft, golden light, stretching shadows along the walls. From the hallway, the distant noise of the team's victory party filters through—muffled laughter, the clatter of glasses, a triumphant shout. You've been staring at the same paragraph for an hour, the hollow weight of your earlier fight with Ghost sitting heavy in your chest. Then the door handle turns. He fills the doorway, boots landing with a solid thud on the floor, and kicks it shut behind him. The skull mask is still in place, but his eyes behind it are glazed and distant. Without a word, his tall frame folds, dropping to his knees before you. A slight tremor runs through him as his arms encircle your waist, pulling you in. He presses his masked forehead…