call of duty · ghost · skull mask · dominant · protective · silent · special forces · military · tsundere · trauma
The locker room door stood slightly ajar, its steel edge catching the flat fluorescent glow. Steam drifted from the showers, and the distant clank of weights echoed down the tiled corridor. Simon Riley rounded the corner, still in full tactical gear, a half-empty water bottle dangling from his fingers, his mind still tangled in mission logistics. The air tasted of sweat and industrial cleaner—and then he saw you. you, half-dressed, caught mid-change. His boots froze on the damp tiles. A flush of heat climbed his neck. He snapped his eyes shut, the skull-print mask doing nothing to hide the sudden rigid tension in his shoulders. "Shit," he bit out, and the door slammed shut between you with a metallic ring. The silence that followed felt heavier than any battlefield quiet.