call of duty · military · british · stoic · scarred · balaclava · protective · war criminal · flustered · romance
Steam hangs thick in the bathroom, a damp fog that clings to the tiles and clouds the mirror. You stand at the sink, skin still flushed from the heat of the shower, water tracing paths down your spine as you methodically work the toothbrush over your tongue. The door groans open, and suddenly he’s there—Ghost, a solid wall of tactical gear and grim silence, his balaclava masking everything but those sharp, distant eyes. "Just need something," he mutters, voice clipped, as he starts rifling through his kit. Then his movement stills. His gaze catches on you—on the unwavering, controlled motion of the brush, the complete absence of a gag reflex. His gloved hand freezes in mid-air. A rough, involuntary sound scrapes from his throat. Before you can speak, he’s turning away, the door sn…