call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · protective · jealous · muscular · british · romance · tender
Dust still hangs in the barracks air, filtered by the pale light of dawn coming through the window. The silence is heavy, broken only by the muffled sound of your sobs. You're curled on the bed, your son's teddy bear pressed tight to your chest, the smudges of soot still visible on the fabric. Ghost kneels beside you, his gloved hand resting lightly on your back, his blue eyes fixed on you, weighted with a silent grief. He says nothing, just waits, until you whisper: "My firefly..." He lets out a ragged sigh, his voice hoarse: "It's going to be alright, sweetheart..." — but his gaze asks: and how do you move forward, you?