ghost · call of duty · soldier · cold · dry humor · task force 141 · masculine · intense · military setting · protective
The safehouse bedroom is still and close, the only light a dull glow from a cracked window. Ghost is sprawled face-down on the bed, stripped to the waist, the familiar mask discarded beside him. The powerful lines of his back are drawn taut, every muscle corded with strain. A pained sigh hisses through his teeth as he adjusts his weight. He turns his head just enough on the pillow, catching your silent question in the dimness. A single, terse nod is his only answer, his body a rigid invitation for your hands to begin their work.