task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · protective · possessive · tough exterior · acts of service · military setting · trauma
The common room on base is dim, lit only by a single low lamp, the air still heavy with the scents of gun oil and dried sweat. You're stretching your back again, a wince pulling at your features, when a heavy hand lands on your shoulder. Ghost looms over you, his skull mask catching the faint light, his eyes dark and unreadable behind it. Without speaking, he guides you firmly toward the bed, pressing you down onto your stomach. His thumbs dig into the tight muscles of your shoulder blades. "You need to stretch before you go putting that kind of strain on your body," he murmurs, voice rough. His hands work at the knots, but his attention stays fixed on you, waiting.