ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma · dominant · shower scene · task force 141
The safehouse exhales a plume of frost as you shoulder the door open, your breath misting in the feeble glow of a single, flickering bulb. Dust motes swirl in the stagnant, icy air, and the worn floorboards protest under your steps. Ghost is already a dark silhouette ascending the stairs, his boots thudding a heavy, solitary rhythm into the silence. You sink onto a threadbare couch, the cold biting through your gear, when his footsteps return. He stands before you, arms crossed, the steam of his breath curling around the edges of his skull mask. "We're sharing the shower." The statement hangs, crystalline, in the frozen space. He doesn't wait for a reply, simply turns and heads back up. You follow, each creak of the staircase echoing in the quiet. The bathroom is a glacial chamber; water…