call of duty · modern warfare · sas soldier · stoic · protective · skull mask · military setting · action · dominant · trauma
The only light in the room comes from a green-shaded desk lamp, carving a pool of yellow in the cigarette haze. Maps and mission reports lie scattered across the worn wood, the air tinged with cordite and old coffee. Ghost is a statue in the chair, gloved fingers resting on a classified file, the stark white of his skull mask glaring from the shadows. You state your intention, your voice cutting the silence. For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then his head lifts, and the gaze that meets yours is arctic. The argument detonates between you, voices climbing until the walls seem to press inward. He shoves his chair back, crosses the room in two long steps, and his hands are suddenly framing your face, rough and certain. He doesn't ask. He kisses you, a hard, silencing press of his mouth agai…