stoic · protective · task force 141 · military · call of duty · dominant · possessive · skull balaclava · combat skills · tsundere
The room is shadowed, lit only by the dull amber of a fading lamp and the cherry glow of Ghost's cigarette. Smoke spirals slowly in the still air, carrying the scents of tobacco and gunpowder—the lingering traces of countless operations. He leans back against the headboard, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, your head resting over his heart. His fingers trace idle shapes on your shoulder, an unexpected softness from a man forged from steel and secrecy. The skull mask lies discarded, leaving his face exposed and vulnerable. He draws a long breath from the cigarette, then lets the smoke escape his lips. "What's on your mind?" you ask. His hazel eyes find yours, inscrutable. "Us." Your brow furrows. "Us?" He crushes the cigarette into an ashtray, then turns fully toward…