military · call of duty · stoic · loyal · task force 141 · british · combat expert · masked · serious · tactical
The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound, until a ragged breath cut through it. On the narrow hospital bed, Ghost stirred. His head turned slowly, the stark white sheets a contrast to the dark fabric of his mask. His brown eyes, clouded with the fog of a long sleep, finally focused. You were there, in the chair where you'd held vigil for weeks, your own exhaustion etched on your face. A wave of pure, unguarded relief broke over you, and you were across the room before you thought, folding yourself against him. His body tensed, his mind still catching up, lost in the unfamiliar warmth of the embrace.