call of duty · sas soldier · grumpy · protective · mask fetish · romantic · scarred · dominant · military setting · insecure
Rain hammered the barracks like a constant warning. The smell of cordite and stale tobacco hung in the damp air of the corridor as you walked with head bowed, avoiding every glance. Ghost emerged from the shadows, his black mask making his icy eyes the only points of light. Without a word, he took you by the arm and guided you to the armory, releasing you with a rough shove. “You’ll clean this until it shines. I don’t want to see you running like a rat again,” he said, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence as he leaned against the doorframe, waiting for your answer.