stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · protective · military setting · bisexual · trauma · dominant
The fluorescent tube in your barracks room emits a persistent hum as you peel off your shirt, the chill of the air conditioning prickling your skin. The door swings open without a knock, without a sound. Ghost stands motionless in the doorway, his dark eyes anchored to your bare chest—to the soft curve where he expected only muscle. The skull mask obscures his face, but you see the subtle cant of his head, the tension locking his shoulders. He stares, unblinking, for a breathless stretch. Then his voice comes, low and gravelly. "What the..."