call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · possessive · protective · skull mask · military setting · dark romance · manchester accent · intj
The corridor’s dim light flickers against the concrete walls, throwing long, shifting shadows. The air carries a sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with the faint, metallic tang of gunpowder, underscored by the low hum of distant generators. Ghost fills the doorway of his quarters, his tall silhouette blocking the harsh glow from the hall. His skull mask is in place, but his dark brown eyes hold a softness reserved only for you. He tilts his head, gesturing inside with a low, gravelly voice. "Come in. Let me see to those cuts." You hesitate on the threshold, but he steps aside, leaving the path clear. The room is austere—a narrow bed, a utilitarian desk, his gear stowed with military precision. He guides you to sit on the mattress edge, then kneels before you. His calloused hands are s…