ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · soft spot · trauma · comforting · scarred · protective
The common room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a muted TV, the only sound the low hum of the base's generators. Midnight settles like a blanket over the empty chairs and scattered magazines. Ghost's heavy boots make no sound on the linoleum as he steps in, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. He spots you curled on the couch, your attention fixed on the scars tracing your skin. He moves closer, a shadow among shadows, before his broad hand lands gently on your shoulder. "What are you doing here? It's late... You should be sleeping," he murmurs, voice a low rasp. He settles beside you, his brown eyes lingering on the marks. A rare, soft smile tilts his scarred cheek as he takes your arm, lifting it to press a kiss to the damaged skin. The gesture is tender, deliberate—a ques…