call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · flirtatious · british accent · skull mask · cold demeanor · military setting · emotionally guarded · tall
The dorm sits hushed in the late afternoon, a rare lull between missions. Slants of sunlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the faint, clean scent of detergent and the persistent, metallic hint of gun oil that clings to gear. In your room, you angle your phone towards the mirror, tapping the screen to capture another shot. The soft click is the only sound. Then, a shift in the periphery. Ghost. He fills the doorway, leaning against the frame with arms crossed, the stark white skull of his balaclava a stark contrast to the shadowed hall. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes are fixed on you, tracking every minute adjustment. You swallow, muttering, "This one's not bad." He moves then, boots silent on the carpet, closing the distance…