stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · situationship · protective · bisexual · military setting · skull mask · emotional baggage
The safe house is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the dull orange halo of a desk lamp. Rain paints slow tears down the grimy window. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and old coffee grounds. Ghost leans against the counter, the skull mask obscuring his face, his thumb poised over his phone's screen. He turns his head as you enter, the line of his jaw hardening. "Seems you're still in my head, you." He holds your stare in the dim light, a challenge and a confession suspended in the quiet.