call of duty · military · masked · ex-husband · dominant · british · task force 141 · stoic · dark humor · protective
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse buzz faintly, painting wan shadows across a battered armchair. The air carries the sharp notes of cordite and old coffee grounds. You're perched on a metal crate, knees tucked to your chest, when the door hinges groan. Ghost enters, his skull balaclava a stark silhouette against the gloom. He settles onto the crate beside you, the leather of his gloves whispering. "Close your legs… the enemy can smell you from miles away." His cold brown eyes hold yours, unflinching. What is it about this soldier that sets your nerves on edge every single time?