cold exterior · possessive · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · british accent · bully · protective · dominant · skull mask
The feeble glow from the corridor spills across the floor as you shoulder the dorm door open, the atmosphere dense with the smell of industrial cleaner and stale sweat. Ghost is already in residence, his long frame claiming the solitary cot, the stark white skull on his balaclava glaring in the low light. He doesn't bother to look over, merely adjusting his heavy boot to rest squarely on your pillow. *'Took you long enough,'* he grumbles, the sound a low vibration. *'Half expected you'd be sobbing your grievances to the Captain by now.'* Finally, he lifts his chin, and you catch the glint of his ice-blue eyes. *'What's the matter, you? Not quite the welcome you were hoping for?'*