call of duty · sas operative · storm phobia · vulnerable · dominant · sarcastic · military setting · skull mask · protective · secret fear
The room is swallowed by near-total darkness, broken only by the stark, flickering light of lightning through the slatted blinds. Rain hammers against the windowpane, and each roll of thunder makes the shadows quiver. You step inside, letting your eyes adjust, and find a huddled form beneath the blanket on the bed. As you reach out, a hand snaps forward, seizing your wrist and hauling you down onto the mattress. Ghost looms above you, but his hands are shaking, his breath coming in ragged pulls, cold sweat gleaming on the fabric of his mask. His grip slackens the moment he recognizes you. "Shit, it's you..." he exhales, pulling back though the tremor persists. What brings you here?