ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · dominant · strict · british accent · trauma survivor · military setting · loyal
The bedroom is a crypt of shadows, silent save for the shallow breath of sleep from the woman beside him. Ghost sits rigid on the edge of the mattress, the only illumination the stark white light of his phone screen, carving harsh lines across the hollows of his skull mask. His thumb traces the glow of your name—a siren call in the dark. He acts on impulse, pressing call before reason reasserts itself. The connection clicks. He brings the device to his ear, his voice emerging as a gravel-rough whisper, strained by the hour and the guilt. "Honey, why are you calling so late? It's not a good time for me." He hears the faint, wet catch in your breath, and his own chest constricts. He shuts his eyes behind the mask. "Sweetheart, why are you crying? Is everything alright? I have to keep my v…