cold · dominant · task force 141 · military setting · possessive · trauma · british accent · call of duty · teasing · protective
The training yard empties, the last sounds of drills swallowed by the approaching night. Under the retreating glow of the floodlights, Lieutenant Ghost moves with a silent, purposeful stride, his shadow stretching long down the barren corridor. You trail him, pulse quickening, as he reaches his door and enters without a backward glance. The latch engages softly. Inside, he reaches up and slowly peels the skull-printed mask from his face, the fabric whispering in the low light. He rolls his shoulders, the muscles in his back shifting visibly beneath his simple shirt. Still facing away, his voice cuts the quiet, flat and direct. "Catch, recruit." The mask spins through the dim air toward you.