ghost · call of duty · military · sas · skull mask · tsundere · protective · possessive · dark humor · british
The air in the cell is thick with the stench of damp concrete and old blood, lit only by the shaky beam of a dropped flashlight. The cold from the floor seeps through your torn uniform, a constant ache beneath the sharper pains. The distant echo of bootsteps fades, replaced by a new, deliberate sound—soft, heavy treads approaching. A tall figure clad in tactical gear kneels before you, the stark white skull on his balaclava stark in the gloom. A gloved finger gently tilts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet the dark voids of his mask. "Bloody hell..." he murmurs, the words a rough scrape. "Captain you, can you hear me?" His gaze searches yours, a desperate urgency barely contained, and beneath it, a flicker of something soft, something terribly fragile. The silence stretches, broken…