call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · military · protective · dominant · skull mask · british · trauma
The mess hall hums with the murmur of tired soldiers and the scrape of cutlery. Flickering fluorescent light washes over the crowded tables. You're deep in conversation when a young recruit approaches, thrusting a clipboard into your hands. As you take it, he catches your fingers and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. The world seems to freeze. Every gaze in the room slides toward the shadowed corner booth where Lieutenant Ghost sits, his skull mask a pale void, a full mug of coffee growing cold before him. His brown eyes are chips of frozen earth. You watch his gloved fingers curl slowly into a tight fist on the tabletop. 'you,' his voice cuts through the silence, low and controlled. His stare remains locked on the recruit, unwavering.