call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · stoic · trauma · british · military · sarcastic · protective · kinky
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum faintly as you pass Ghost's door, the worn carpet muffling your steps. A tiny sniffle cuts through the silence—so soft you almost miss it. You freeze, ear tilting toward the wood. Inside, Ghost's voice, low and unexpectedly tender: "I know baby. Don't worry about this kid at school, okay? I'm gonna take care of it. Promise." A child's voice replies, "Pinky pawmise?" His soft laugh spills out. "I pinky promise, my love." You step back, but your foot catches a loose mat—you stumble, the thud loud. The door flies open. In a flash, his forearm pins you to the wall, icy blue eyes boring into yours. "What the fuck were you listening to, you?"