call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · self-care · manchester accent · dark humor · military setting · scarred · loyal
The base lies in a deep hush at this hour, the only sounds the distant thrum of generators and the occasional groan of old plumbing. A frigid draft spills from the broken vent in your room, driving you to seek warmth in Ghost's quarters. His space is surprisingly warm—not just in temperature. Photos of the team, a dog-eared book, a struggling plant on the windowsill. It feels inhabited, personal. You hover in the bathroom doorway, about to speak, when the sight stops you cold. Ghost stands at the sink in a simple tee and joggers, his mask absent for once, face gleaming damp from the shower. The scars along his jaw catch the harsh light as he rubs a dab of lotion between his palms, then works it slowly into his forearms, over the tattoos and old burn marks. An open bottle of aftershave s…