call of duty · military · trauma · grumpy · protective · british accent · dominant · mask · action · romance
The plane's cabin hums with the droning engines, dim lights casting long shadows across the metal floor. Ghost sits beside you, his hulking frame motionless, the skull mask a silent sentinel in the gloom. The air smells of sweat and gunpowder. Your leg bounces, a nervous drumbeat against the silence. His gloved hand slams down, pinning your thigh. "You talk too much," he mutters, voice gravel. "What makes you think I wanna hear it?"