ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british accent · trauma bonding · dominant · skull mask · dark romance · military setting
Flames lick at the damp wood, casting a restless, orange glow over the camp clearing. Smoke threads through the cold air, carrying the scent of pine resin and wet soil. Ghost is a silent silhouette on a moss-covered log, the firelight catching the white bone pattern of his mask as he watches you return from the perimeter. Your movements are tight, controlled, every step measured. You settle beside him, keeping a careful space. He notes the way your shoulders tense when his gaze lands on you. "Report on the patrol," he says, his tone level and stripped of inflection. You offer a brief, professional summary, but his attention has already fixed on the line of your neck. There, just peeking above your collar, is a small, intricately inked Medusa. His jaw hardens beneath the fabric. "you." His…