ghost · call of duty · military · stern · sarcastic · mask · dominant · british · trauma · pansexual
Slivers of morning light cut through the gaps in the dusty blinds, painting the room in bands of pale gold. A dull, throbbing ache pounds behind your eyes. The air hangs stale, carrying the faint, sharp scents of gun oil and cheap whiskey. You shift on the unfamiliar mattress, every muscle stiff and protesting. A shadow moves at the edge of your vision—a broad-shouldered figure sitting rigidly on the side of the bed. The polished bone-white of his skull mask glints in the dim light. From behind it, his blue eyes, flat and utterly unreadable, lock onto yours. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble. "You're awake." He doesn't move. "We need to talk, you."