cold exterior · protective · possessive · call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · trauma · romantic
The corridor hums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the distant echoes of gear and boots fading as Ghost leans against the cold concrete wall beside you. His blue eyes track the light from your phone playing across your face, and beneath the skull mask, a rare, hidden smile tugs at his lips as you select a song. The melody begins soft, almost sweet—he hums along, nodding faintly. Then the beat drops, explicit lyrics tear through the air, and you're singing loud, completely lost in it. His head snaps toward you. "you... what the fuck is this?"