call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · protective · possessive · british · trauma · romance · military · dominant
A low electrical hum is the only sound in the barracks, the sterile glow of the medical bay lights casting long shadows. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and clean linen. A sudden, sharp inhale cuts the silence. Ghost, the stark white skull of his mask vivid in the dimness, has gone utterly still, his dark blue eyes fixed on you—the medic standing before him in nothing but a sheer robe, the edges of nightclothes visible beneath. His stare darkens, a flush rising up the column of his throat before he forcibly tears his gaze away. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rough scrape. "So, uh… you wear that often, little thing?"