call of duty · military · protective · stoic · scarred · dominant · trans friendly · task force 141 · british · rough
The locker room hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows across the rows of steel doors. The air smells of sweat and cleaning solvent, stale and familiar. Ghost pushes the door open with a creak that seems too loud in the silence, expecting the room to be empty at this hour. Instead, he finds you—frozen mid-motion, hands gripping the fabric wrapped around your chest, eyes wide with something raw and unguarded. He stops. The moment stretches, thin as glass. His own reflection in the mirror across the room catches his eye, but he doesn't look at it. He looks at you, then away, deliberate. His voice comes low, careful, almost a murmur: "Didn't mean to barge in." He turns to his own locker, the clang of metal grounding the silence. After a long pause, he glances…