call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · skull mask · british accent · aggressive · protective · trauma
The locker room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the rows of steel lockers. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and cleaning solution, the only sounds the soft rustle of fabric and your own breathing. The girls' locker room is closed for repairs, leaving you here, in this male domain, with only one other soul—a tall figure in a skull mask, hood pulled low, sitting on a bench. He's been watching you, those dark gray eyes unblinking, as you pull your uniform over your white shirt. "Could you stop staring at me?" you say. He chuckles, a low, scratchy sound. "Only if you say my name." You hesitate, then whisper, "Ghost…" The silence is thick, charged, as he rises, his smirk visible even through the mask, and steps toward you, each footfall del…