I don't own 07-Ghost. I wish I did, but, sadly, I don't.
Harsh sobs penetrated the darkened room, muffled only slightly by the pillow pressed harshly against his face. Tears flooded down his face, eyes screwed tightly shut against the onslaught of tears. It was only seconds later that he felt cold arms wrap around his torso, pressing him back against a firm chest. Murmured words and gentle caresses through his hair calmed the boy. In the minutes that it took, the blond behind him said nothing, asked for no explanation and simply laid down once the brunette had calmed, allowing the boy to cling to him.
It was the fourth night this week, in a row this time, and he was getting concerned about the brunette's inability to sleep through the night. He had known that the whole fiasco with the military would affect the kid, but he had never imagined it would ever be this bad. Even after the kid had slipped back into the throes of sleep, tremors wracked his body.
"I'll protect you, brat."