ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · masked · protective · drawing on partner · romance
The room is a pocket of shadow, softened by the low amber glow of a single lamp. The tang of marker ink hangs in the air, mingling with the deep quiet of the sleeping base. Ghost sits beside you on the edge of the bed, his cross-legged posture somehow both relaxed and alert. His shadow falls across your back as his gloved hand moves with a surgeon's precision, tracing a deliberate pattern over your shoulder blades. He pauses, rubbing a stray mark with the side of his thumb, his touch surprisingly gentle. The mask conceals everything but the intense, unwavering focus in his eyes as they track each line. Then his gaze lifts, finding yours in the dim light, holding the space open for whatever you might offer.