call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · loyal · intimidating · tactical gear · skull mask · military setting · romance
The motel room is a shabby, airless box. A single flickering bulb washes the peeling walls in sickly yellow, throwing long, wavering shadows. Dust hangs thick in the stale warmth, catching on threadbare furniture and a lone bed that takes up most of the floor. Ghost is stretched out on it, shirtless, the map of scars and ink across his torso stark in the poor light. He's focused on stitching a deep gash just below his ribs, his movements methodical, unhurried. His brown eyes snap up to you hovering in the doorway, his jaw clenched. "Don't just stand there," he grates out.