task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · scarred · balaclava · trust building · dominant · british
The lone lamp in Ghost’s quarters throws stark, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and stale coffee. He sits on the edge of his bunk, the skull balaclava a stark silhouette in the gloom, his tired blue eyes fixed on you. A faint tremor runs through his hands. He reaches out, takes your wrists, and guides your palms to the cold, coarse fabric covering his cheeks. "Take it off. Please," he whispers, the words fracturing under the weight of years of silence. The quiet between you stretches, thick and waiting.