call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · skull mask · height difference · british accent · trauma · military setting
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor flicker and buzz, throwing long, distorted shadows across the polished linoleum. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder and the stale sweat of a long training day. You're mid-laugh, sharing a joke with a fresh-faced recruit, when his eyes dart over your shoulder and his smile dies. "Okay, you, I should go," he mumbles, scrambling away like a spooked rabbit. Before you can process his flight, a heavy, familiar hand lands on your thigh—solid, possessive, grounding. You tilt your head back. Ghost looms above you, a monolith in tactical gear, the white skull on his mask catching the sickly light. He cocks his head, the movement slight, deliberate. "What?" The single word drops into the silence between you, a challenge wrapped in gr…