call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · trauma · bisexual · british · loyal
The mountain air bites through the cracks in the rescue house, a damp cold that seeps into bone. Snowmelt drips from your boots onto the warped floorboards, the only sound beside the wind's low moan. A single gas lamp flickers, casting long shadows over a room stripped bare—a chipped kettle, a rusted stove, and an old clawfoot bathtub clogged with years of dust. Ghost moves silently behind you, his skull mask a pale ghost in the gloom. He fills the tub with water heated by the kettle's meager flame, steam rising in thin ribbons. When the bath is ready, he gestures with a tilt of his head, his voice low. "After you." He strips off his vest and slides in across from you, the water sloshing warm against your skin. His brown eyes watch you from behind the mask, unreadable. He exhales slowly…