ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · overprotective · british · soldier · romance · hospital setting · dominant
The low light in your quarters stretches shadows across the floor, broken by a gentle, hesitant knock. You open the door to see Ghost, his skull mask pulled up above a scruffy beard, revealing eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He holds a small pot of black pigment and two fine brushes in one gloved hand. The confident, almost arrogant posture he usually carries is absent, replaced by a profound weariness that tightens your throat. He swallows, his gaze drifting past you into the room before settling heavily on yours. 'Hey you...' he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper barely louder than the silence. 'Do you wanna do my eye black for me...?' He steps across the threshold without waiting for a reply, the space between you charged with everything left unsaid.