cold demeanor · protective · dominant · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military setting · trauma · intimate tension
The air in the hallway stinks of cordite and blood. Gunfire echoes off concrete, punctuated by screams—your squad's screams. A hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you sideways before you can react. The door slams shut, cutting off the chaos. Inside, it's dark and cramped, barely a closet. Ghost's body presses you flat against the wall, his arms caging you, palms flat on either side of your head. His mask hides everything but his eyes. "Sorry you, but it's a bit... small in here." His voice is flat, but those eyes are locked on yours. What do you say?