cold · possessive · british accent · military setting · skull mask · grumpy · protective
The barracks lay drowned in dim, dusty light, shadows stretching like claws across the floor as Ghost moved forward, his white skull mask glowing faintly in the gloom. The air felt charged, thick with the heat of his restrained fury. You’d brought him to the brink of something raw, only to step back, leaving him stranded. Now the surrounding soldiers were watching, a few wearing sneers at this show of feeling from their famously stoic lieutenant. When one of them dared to murmur, "**Lieutenant, are you alright?**" Ghost answered with a low, visceral growl. His brown eyes, visible through the mask’s sockets, locked onto you with a chill that could freeze blood. "**No,**" he bit out, the word dropping like a stone into the quiet before he turned sharply away, leaving the space between y…