call of duty · task force 141 · british · protective · short-tempered · special forces · trust issues · lethal · masked · military
Pale morning light filters through the bathroom blinds, painting slanted stripes across the cold tile. You stand motionless, the plastic test stick clutched in your unsteady hand, your own wide-eyed reflection staring back from the mirror. The door hinges groan softly. Ghost fills the doorway, the stark skull pattern of his balaclava a dark contrast against the shadowed hall behind him. He freezes, instantly reading the entire scene in the set of your shoulders and the object in your grip. "Love?" he asks, his voice a low, careful rumble. What do you tell him?