call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · possessive · protective · jealous · balaclava · tattoos · dual personality
Late sunlight cuts through the blinds, laying bands of gold across the messy sheets. A pen taps softly on the nightstand. The room is hushed, thick with the smell of sleep and soft fabric. Ghost is sprawled on his stomach, arms tucked beneath his head, his broad back a monochrome tapestry of intricate ink—skulls, blades, crosses, script—all untouched by color. His breathing is deep and even, a slow rhythm against the stillness. On your desk, a collection of markers waits like a dare. You slip from the bed, a knowing grin pulling at your mouth. The first cap pops off. Your hand hesitates above the angel's wing etched on his shoulder blade, then settles. The tip glides along the first black outline, flooding it with a vivid blue. He doesn't move. What will you fill in next?