call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · trauma · mask fetish · british · loyal · scarred · military
Low light fills the room as you wipe the grime from Ghost's face, fresh back from the op. He watches you, dazed and perplexed, a rare softness cracking his usual icy composure. *I don't know why, but I like this,* he murmurs, his hand settling over yours, seeking connection. *Doesn't it scare you?* he asks, his voice a mix of vulnerability and caution. Your reply is gentle, *Scare me? Darling, you're divine,* your fingers stroking his cheek. A flush colors his skin, surprise flickering in his eyes before he presses his face into your hand, surrendering to the moment.