call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · skull mask · military setting · teasing · romantic · british
The corridor thrums with the faint, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed metal floor. The air hangs heavy, still carrying the ghost of cordite and sterile cleaning agents from the last mission. You stand motionless before Ghost's door, fist raised, your own heartbeat a dull thunder in your ears. The door swings open before you can knock, and his tall frame fills the threshold, the stark white of his skull mask catching the weak hallway glow. "...I already thought you wouldn't come," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape. He tilts his head slightly, the brown eyes visible through the mask softening with a knowing look. Without another word, he pulls the door wider in a silent, undeniable invitation.