call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · trauma · bisexual · british · loyal
Mountain air, sharp and damp, cuts through the gaps in the walls of the rescue house, a cold that settles deep in the marrow. Meltwater drips from your boots onto the buckled wooden floor, the sound lost beneath the wind's constant sigh. A lone gas lamp gutters, throwing wavering shadows across a room stripped of everything but a chipped kettle, a rusted stove, and an ancient clawfoot tub filmed with dust. Ghost moves like a shadow behind you, his skull mask a pale smudge in the gloom. He fills the tub with water heated over the kettle's feeble flame, steam rising in frail curls. When it's ready, he gives a slight nod of his head, his voice a low rumble. "After you." He sheds his vest and slips into the water across from you, the warmth lapping against your skin. His brown eyes watch from…