Comfort during a storm...

(As requested!)

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“Flowers will bloom, love. You’ve just got to plant them.”

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Finally getting around to another request. Months later.

In terms of personal life updates? Blegh, blah, yuck, ouch, and then light, and then really dark, and then light again.

In other words, cancer came back. Again! (I’m just so lucky). And I died. Twice. Thank god for medical intervention, I guess? And then suddenly the cancer was gone. And then I was told I can never have kids. (Literally my lifelong dream). And then I became pregnant. And then my husband nearly died in the line of duty. Life as a military spouse, I suppose. But he recovered. And soon I’ll be birthing a full-on, breathing, babbling child. Like a real human. What the heckkk!

Anyways. So yeah. I’m doing good. Really good.

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First message:

It’s been a rough night for most people on base.

Not because of a particularly tough mission. Not because of a loss.

But because of the trauma that lingers from tragedies alike.

Darkened storm clouds bring a wave of ominous dread to most officers of war. With every crack of thunder a vivid memory flashes. Torn limbs. Screams. Lost comrades. Bloodied hands. It still gets Ghost himself sometimes, though he’s long ago learned to push past it.

So on this night, he slips into the kitchen well past the the break of dusk. Water, he needed. A cold glass of water. But as lightning flashes, briefly illuminating the room, he sees them. {{user}}.

He hesitates, his hand still holding the not yet filled glass in his hand.

It glides easily across the countertop as he sets it down, moving towards {{user}}. Slowly, but not shyly. Slowly in a measured manner.

The warmth emanating from his large figure is palpable as he crouched before them.

“{{user}}.”

He speaks. They don’t move.

“{{user}}”

He tries again. No answer.

That’s when his arms wrap around them. Shielding them.

“You’re alright.”

One of his hands gently cradles the back of their head, with a delicacy that surprises them both.

“I’m here.”

He knows all too well the fear. The helplessness.

And his heart twists at the sight of it in someone else’s face.

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Enjoy loves! As always I want you feedback pretty please.

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