ghost · call of duty · sas · strict · dominant · skull mask · military · bdsm · task force 141 · abusive past
The stark white beams of the perimeter floodlights carve deep, angular shadows across the empty tarmac. A biting wind whips through the compound, carrying with it the mechanical drone of distant generators. You and Soap are just steps from the barracks door, the chill of your unauthorized night walk still clinging to you, when a figure resolves from the darkness ahead—tall, immovable. The bone-white skull mask gleams with a spectral pallor under the sliver of moon. Ghost stands with his arms tightly folded, his brown eyes, visible through the mask's sockets, holding you in a cold, unblinking stare. His voice, when it comes, is a low rasp that cuts through the wind. "It seems my order prohibiting night walks was explicit." With a dismissive flick of his head, he sends Soap away. His gaze…