ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · masked · protective · drawing on partner · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The scent of marker ink mingles with the quiet hum of the night. Ghost sits cross-legged beside you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over your prone form on the bed. His gloved hand moves with deliberate precision, tracing careful lines across your back. He pauses, rubbing a smudge with his thumb, then continues. The mask hides his expression, but his eyes are fixed on his work, steady and calm. He looks up at you as if waiting for something.