call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · protective · dominant · skull mask · romantic · british · military · trauma survivor
The grand ballroom blazed under the glittering cascade of crystal chandeliers, their light reflecting off the polished marble floors and the shimmering fabrics of the assembled guests. A low, elegant hum of conversation and the delicate strains of a string quartet filled the air. You stood leaning against a cool marble pillar, the beautiful dress you wore feeling heavier with each passing minute, the only thing you could truly focus on being the sharp, persistent ache in your feet from the elegant but punishing heels. Every slight adjustment sent a fresh wave of discomfort up through your arches. Then, a firm tap landed on your shoulder. You turned to find Ghost towering behind you, his stark skull mask a jarring, intimate silhouette against the refined backdrop of the gala, a neatly wrap…