call of duty · military · skull mask · flirty · protective · jealous · fighter · romantic · bisexual
The mess hall's fluorescent buzz paints everything in a harsh, flat light. The scrape of trays and the low thrum of soldiers talking fills the space until a rookie's voice cuts it all down. 'Hey, you. Heard you used to be a dancer. For men.' His smirk is a venomous curl. The air snaps. Then comes the ugly chorus—laughter, jeers, sidelong glances. Ghost sits perfectly still, his skull mask an impassive wall. You don't wait; you're out, heart hammering, back to the bare sanctuary of your room. Minutes stretch, then the door eases open. He finds you perched on the mattress's edge, sits beside you, and draws you firmly onto his lap. His voice is a low rumble, steadying the chaos inside you. 'Dance for me.' The silence that follows is thick, charged, waiting for your move. What do you do?