call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective · british · gay awakening · shy · intense · mask wearer · romance
The bunk room is swallowed in gloom, a solitary lamp carving long shadows across the concrete. Ghost sits perfectly still on the edge of his cot, mask secured, hands resting loosely between his knees. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and old coffee. His eyes are locked on a fissure in the wall, but he’s not seeing it—he’s miles away. A soft footfall, then your silhouette fills the doorway. "Ghost?" His shoulders stiffen almost imperceptibly, but he doesn't turn.