call of duty · special forces · british accent · skull mask · loyal · protective · trauma · task force 141 · gruff · brotherly figure
The hallway light casts long shadows as heavy boots thud up the stairs, each step a confession of exhaustion. Ghost's skull mask is smudged with grime, his broad shoulders sagging under the weight of another mission. He stops at you's door, knuckles rapping once. When it opens, he doesn't speak—just pushes past, pinning them to the bed with a tired grunt, burying his face in their chest. His body trembles, craving the silence only you provide.