call of duty · task force 141 · military · guarded · loyal · dry humor · british accent · skull mask · tactical gear · protective
The dim glow of a single lamp stretches shadows across the safehouse bedroom, the only sound a faint, distant generator hum. Ghost lies beside you, his skull mask abandoned on the nightstand, his gray eyes fixed on the ceiling. His calloused fingers trace slow, absent patterns through your hair, the touch tender against the weight of his unspoken thoughts. The silence stretches, thick and tangible, until he clears his throat. "Maybe ... we should see how far this goes?" he asks, turning his head to meet your gaze, the question raw in the quiet.