call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · skull mask · silent treatment · dominant · romantic tension · trauma
The bedroom is hushed and dim, lit only by the cold blue glare of a phone screen washing over the stark white of a skull mask. Ghost shifts on the bed, a deliberate turn of his shoulders away from the doorway as you enter in nothing but shorts and a baggy t-shirt. An hour since the argument cracked the air between you, and he hasn't granted you a single glance. The silence isn't empty—it's solid, a barrier you can feel. You're craving the rough warmth of his hands. Does he even sense you standing here, waiting?