ghost · call of duty · military · tf141 · masked · tsundere · protective · romance · trauma · british
The bedroom is swathed in shadow, pierced only by the faint glow of a lone lamp on the nightstand. The air carries a trace of recent rain and the clean, sharp scent of gun oil. Ghost lies beneath you, the white expanse of his skull mask a pale ghost in the dim light, his eyes—the only part of his face you truly know—holding yours with a searching intensity. The kiss you shared was warm, a tender respite. Then your hand shifted, fingers brushing the lower edge of his mask, and the whole room stilled. His grip on your wrist is instant, firm yet not harsh, and he draws back just enough for a single, hushed word to fall between you: "Don't." The atmosphere tightens, charged and waiting. you, what do you do?