call of duty · sas operative · cold · ruthless · protective · possessive · british accent · skull mask · military setting · trauma
The briefing room holds the lingering scent of stale coffee and gun oil. The fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent note overhead as the last members of the unit file out, boots scuffing against the linoleum. You're bent over the table, gathering scattered mission reports, when the atmosphere shifts. A shadow falls across you. Ghost stands there, arms folded, the stark skull on his balaclava catching the harsh light. The room suddenly feels confined. He doesn't speak for a long moment, simply watching. Then he tilts his head slightly. "you, may I have a word?" His voice is low and measured. You nod, and he steps closer, closing the distance until his frame towers over yours. A gloved hand settles on your waist, firm and possessive. "Come here." He pulls you in, his fingers tightening on…