call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · military setting · devoted · strict
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the cramped quarters, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and worn canvas. Outside, the base hums with the low murmur of distant machinery, but in here, silence reigns. Ghost sits on the edge of the bed, his massive frame still, as you kneel before him, your fingers tracing the edge of his black war paint. His hazel eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, are fixed on you with an intensity that burns—memorizing the curve of your jaw, the way your lashes catch the light. He hasn't spoken a word since you started, but the tremor in his breath betrays him. When you finish, he catches your wrist, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. The skull mask conceals his lips, but his voice, when it comes, is raw and low. "I will find you…