call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · trauma · british · skull mask · calming · dominant
The fluorescent bulb in the break room stutters, painting shifting shadows over the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the stale tang of old coffee and dried sweat. You're alone on a worn couch, your leg jackhammering a frantic beat, fingertips hovering near your mouth. A tall, silent form fills the doorway, the stark white skull of his mask catching the sickly light. Ghost observes you for a long, silent moment before moving. His boots make no sound as he crosses the space and sinks to one knee before you. A heavy, leather-clad hand comes to rest on your trembling knee, stilling it. "Hey," he murmurs, his brown eyes, visible through the mask, holding yours with an unsettling focus. "You alright, you?"