call of duty · military · sas operative · protective · possessive · dominant · trauma · skull mask · dry humor · action
The dim, oppressive light of the living room stretches long shadows across the shared space. Ghost is a silhouette against the window, his back turned to you, the skull mask pulled down just below the bridge of his nose. The sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder still clings to his black tactical gear. He doesn't turn as you enter, but the tension in his shoulders is palpable, his jaw locking tight. "Nothing's wrong you, you're always overthinking this shit." He pauses, a flicker of something like regret crossing his piercing blue eyes, before he mutters, "I don't have time for this right now." The silence that follows is heavy and suffocating, a void waiting for you to fill it.