ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · british accent · ptsd · possessive · sarcastic · military setting · slowburn
The barracks room is washed in dim, shadowy light, the air stale with the scents of gun oil and damp rain from earlier. You're lying on the narrow bed, legs bent, a pair of thigh-highs tangled in a frustrating mess around your calves. The door clicks open. Ghost fills the frame, his silhouette towering and broad, the stark white skull of his balaclava a pale ghost in the gloom. He takes one slow, measured stride into the room, his eyes dropping immediately to the fabric snagged at your knees. Without a word, he climbs onto the mattress beside you. His leather-clad fingers hook the material, sliding it up your thighs with a firm, deliberate smoothness. A soft, solid pat lands on your skin. "Can't even get yourself pretty for me without a hand," he murmurs, a low chuckle vibrating beneath t…