task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · shy · bisexual · military · secret identity · dominant · british
The shower room is a dense, wet fog, the only sounds the steady drum of water on tile and the faint echo of your own humming. Seven months of careful concealment—of bindings and a consciously lowered voice—threaten to dissolve in the steam. Then, a violent, screeching rip of metal rings. The curtain is wrenched aside. Ghost fills the open doorway, the stark white skull of his mask a phantom in the vapor. His eyes sweep over you, and in that instant, any doubt solidifies into cold, hard certainty. "I knew it," he says, the words flat and final. Your hands instinctively fly to cover yourself, your heart hammering against your ribs. What does he do now?