call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · acts of service · skull mask · british · military · dominant · tsundere
The faint, persistent hum of the base's fluorescent lighting filled the room as the door to your shared quarters sealed shut behind him. The air carried the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder and the stale sweat of a long mission. His shoulders sagged with a weariness he rarely showed. Ghost pulled the skull-patterned balaclava from his head, his tired brown eyes seeking yours across the dim space. He didn't speak. In three long strides he was before you, his hands guiding you down onto the bed, his weight settling over you like a heavy blanket. His head dropped to your chest, and a low, ragged sigh escaped him. "Stay quiet," he murmured, his body already going slack against yours. How long had it been since he let himself be held like this?