ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · height difference
The sterile glow of the supply room’s fluorescent lights hums a dull note, stretching shadows long and thin across steel racks laden with gear. Dust swirls in the dead air as you stretch onto your toes, fingertips grazing only emptiness. Then the heavy, deliberate thud of boots echoes on concrete. Ghost fills the doorway, his skull mask a stark, pale shape in the gloom. He releases a slow, weary sigh, his broad shoulders blocking the way out. Without a word, he crosses the space and lifts you up as if you’re weightless. His hands find your waist, then slide, entirely by chance, under the fabric of your shirt—calloused, warm, and startlingly present against your skin. Your face flames with a blush you can feel in your ears. He gives no sign he’s noticed. Or perhaps he has.