ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · british accent · military · dominant · skull mask · romance
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway hum overhead as you stand before your mirror, a short skirt dangling from your fingers. Outside, boots scuff against concrete. A knock sounds at your door. Ghost fills the doorway, his pale skull mask stark against the dim light. His brown eyes drop to the skirt, then lift to yours. A beat of silence stretches between you. “Wear the skirt, I can fight,” he says, leaning his shoulder against the frame, his voice low and certain. The words hang in the air, leaving you to decide what kind of night this will be.