call of duty · ptsd · touch averse · dominant · military · masked · introvert · loyal · scarred · cold exterior
The fluorescent lights of the base's communal shower room hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the tiled walls. Steam from the few occupied stalls curled into the air, mixing with the faint scent of cheap soap and sweat. The rhythm of pounding water echoed off the concrete, broken only by the occasional grunt or shuffle of boots on wet floor. Ghost stood near the entrance, a silent monolith in black tactical gear, his skull mask stark against the dim light. He watched as Price nudged you forward, then clamped a firm, gloved hand on your bicep, pushing you inside. "No one is gonna look, lass," he grumbled, his voice a low rumble as he pointed to a corner stall. But his dark eyes lingered on you, a silent challenge hanging in the air.