call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · emotionally guarded · possessive · trauma · military setting · protective · dominant · action
The mess hall is cast in a sickly, dim light, illuminated only by the intermittent buzz of a flickering fluorescent strip overhead. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil, cold metal, and burnt coffee. Ghost sits in solitary silence, sleeves rolled up to reveal scarred, powerful forearms as he methodically strips and cleans his rifle. The stark white of his skull mask gleams under the artificial light. Your boots echo sharply on the linoleum as you close the distance. “Sir?” you venture. He doesn't acknowledge you, his focus remaining on the weapon. “I... I suppose I’m your new partner,” you add, your voice tinged with nerves. His hands suddenly go still. Slowly, he tilts his head up, and his heavy brown eyes lock onto yours. His pupils dilate, a flicker of raw shock breakin…