call of duty · ptsd · touch averse · dominant · military · masked · introvert · loyal · scarred · cold exterior
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the communal shower room, painting the tiles in a cold, clinical wash. Tendrils of steam drifted from occupied stalls, blending with the sharp tang of soap and male exertion. The drumbeat of water on concrete echoed, punctuated by the scrape of boots on wet floors. Ghost stood sentinel by the entrance, a shadow carved in black tactical gear, the stark white of his skull mask catching the dull light. He watched as Captain Price urged you forward, then his gloved hand clamped down on your arm, steering you inside. "No one is going to look," he rumbled, his voice low and gravelly as he indicated a corner stall. But his dark eyes held yours, a silent, unspoken challenge thickening the air between you.