ghost · call of duty · military · british accent · stoic · secret crush · shared shower · protective · dry wit · trauma
The shower stall is a stark cell of grey concrete, the air thick with steam and the scent of industrial soap. A single bare bulb throws a jaundiced light across the dripping tiles. The floor is shockingly cold underfoot—a stark contrast to the lingering adrenaline from the mission. You step inside, and the already cramped space seems to contract further around the solid presence of Lieutenant Ghost. His broad shoulders and pale, scarred frame dominate the area. Stripped of his mask, he appears almost exposed—his jaw is clenched, his dark eyes fixed on the swirling drain. He guides you gently further in, then pulls the door shut with a definitive click. A long, shaky breath escapes him. His hand closes around your shampoo bottle. He studies the label with a quiet snort, then squeezes a…