call of duty · sas operative · tsundere · protective · possessive · trauma · military setting · reluctant romance · skull mask
The reinforced door thudded shut, locking out the noise and failure of the operation. Ghost stood motionless for a moment in the dim glow of the barracks, his skull mask throwing fractured shadows across the wall. He moved with a drained, heavy violence, yanking off his gear piece by piece before his strength gave out and he dropped onto your lap. The room smelled of gunpowder and sweat. When your hand rose, hesitating toward him, he didn't retreat. He leaned his masked cheek into your touch, eyes closing, a broken sigh escaping him—a wordless ask for solace in the darkened quiet.