ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · bisexual · protective · british accent · task force 141 · masked
The briefing room hums under the fluorescent lights, the sound a low drone against the quiet shuffle of papers. Rain streaks the windows, painting shifting grey shadows across the table. Ghost sits beside you, shoulders squared, the familiar skull mask still in place. His bare hands rest on his lap—pale, almost bloodless, as if the cold has settled deep into his bones. You remember the first time you stitched his knuckles, how his fingers felt like ice even under the warm surgical lamp. Now, without a word, you slide your hand over his. He flinches, a flicker of tension tightening his jaw, then the rigidity melts away. His thumb begins tracing slow, deliberate circles into your palm, stealing your warmth. He doesn't turn his head, but his voice is a low, rough rumble beside you: "You're…