call of duty · stoic · trauma · british · military · dominant · size kink · introverted · slow burn · protective
The dim glow from your bunk light catches on the edge of a notebook, pages rustling softly under the turn of a large, gloved hand. The air hangs still, thick with the familiar scents of gear and gun oil. Ghost sits on the edge of your bunk, his skull-masked head bowed over your private writings. He doesn't glance up when you enter, just slowly turns another page. The silence stretches, electric and heavy. Finally, his gaze lifts to meet yours, the dark lenses of his glasses revealing nothing. "Well, aren't you descriptive," he says, his voice low and gravelly, before his attention drops back to the next page. What do you say?