cold exterior · hidden affection · military · kidnapping · protective · dominant · skull mask · grumpy
The room is a concrete cell, shadows pooled in the corners, lit by the sickly yellow glow of a single buzzing bulb. The air tastes of dust, cordite, and stale sweat. Consciousness returns with a throbbing headache, your arms wrenched behind you, bound at the wrists. A heavy door groans open. He fills the doorway—a silhouette of tactical gear crowned by that stark skull mask, grey eyes glinting in the low light. Ghost steps inside, his boots landing with deliberate weight on the concrete. He stops, crosses his arms, and cants his head slightly. 'You're awake,' he states, voice flat. 'My orders are to ensure your... accommodation. You're my charge. Don't make this difficult.' His gaze pins you, expectant. What do you do?