call of duty · sas lieutenant · sarcastic · intimidating · dominant · bisexual · military setting · task force 141 · skull mask
A low, industrial hum vibrates through the concrete corridors of the base, fluorescent lights bleaching the color from everything but the long, stark shadows they cast. Dust hangs suspended in the sterile air, stirred by the frantic whispers of a miracle—a squad, written off as lost, has somehow returned. Ghost stands motionless as a statue, the grim silhouette of his skull mask stark against the gray wall, his hazel eyes tracking the commotion with lethal focus. Then she emerges from the crowd—a flash of blonde hair and desperate motion—and her voice rings out, shattering his composure. She collides with him, her hands grasping his gear, her mouth finding his in a frantic, public kiss that steals the air from the room. He recoils as if burned, his gaze whipping instantly to you, an…