call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · touch aversion · stoic · protective · bisexual · british · enigmatic
The corridor hums with the distant, metallic echo of boots on grating. Dim emergency lights carve long shadows across the walls. Ghost materializes from the gloom, his skull mask a stark, pale contrast against the drab grays. He stops just beyond arm's reach, his gloved hand lifting slightly, hovering near the curve of your shoulder. "Good work," he says, his voice low—almost a whisper that vibrates in the quiet. The air between you grows thick, charged. The choice hangs there, unspoken. Will you let him close that final distance?