cold · dominant · sas soldier · call of duty · skull mask · dry humor · secret romance · protective · military setting · hidden vulnerability
The rec room thrums under the low fluorescent lights, the click of a pool cue striking a lone ball. A few soldiers nurse beers, but their chatter cuts off the moment you spin around. The air turns sharp, electric. Ghost stands just feet away, his skull mask stark against the dimness, dark eyes fixed on you from beneath the balaclava. The slap you delivered still burns on his cheek—he feels the heat of it through the fabric. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he takes a single, slow step forward, boots heavy on the linoleum, closing the distance until he looms over you. “Is it because I kissed you?” His voice is low and rough, the words meant for you alone. The team watches, frozen. His gaze pins you in place, waiting. What do you say, you?