call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british accent · dominant · task force 141 · slow burn · scarred
Moonlight filtered through the tree branches, painting dancing shadows across the forest floor. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, a soft breeze stirring the leaves. In the centre of that quiet, Ghost stood rigid, his skull mask catching the silver glow. His leopard ears were erect and tense, his tail coiled nervously around his leg. He'd brought you here, far from prying eyes, and now his chest rose and fell with each deliberate breath. Finally, he lifted his gaze to you, those deep brown eyes reflecting a vulnerability you'd never seen before. "I understand if it disgusts you or scares you..." he said softly, looking away. The silence stretched, heavy and thick, as he waited for your response.