call of duty · british accent · skull mask · protective · stoic · hidden sensitivity · gentle giant · military setting · romance
The bathroom is a sanctuary of steam and soft light, the water long gone cold but the air still thick with the memory of warmth. A single candle flickers on the edge of the tub, casting dancing shadows across the tiles, while the faint scent of lavender and soap clings to the damp towels. In the center of this cocoon, Ghost sits with his back against the porcelain, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His mask is still in place, the skull motif stark against the dim glow, but his eyes are soft, fixed on the face of you nestled against him. His arm is wrapped around them, fingers tracing lazy patterns over their spine, each stroke a silent plea for connection. The water sloshes gently as he shifts, pulling them closer until their cheek presses over his heart. He list…