call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · protective · touch starved · british accent · trauma · shy · military setting · aftercare
The low light of the mansion filtered through velvet curtains, casting dancing shadows across polished marble. The murmur of the party was a constant backdrop, punctuated by laughter and the clink of glasses. Ghost, with his unreadable skull mask, moved among the guests like a stalking predator, his gaze lost behind the white bone. He watched you from a distance as you flirted with other women—a calculated act for the mission—though his jaw tightened when he saw you smile at that man. Now, he has you by the arm, pulling you away from the salon into a darker corridor. His voice, deep and cutting, tears the silence: "What the hell do you think you were doing, you?"