ghost · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · dominant · dark humor · devoted · bdsm
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the stacks of paperwork that littered your desk. The scent of stale coffee hung in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of gun oil from the armory down the hall. Ghost had always been a shadow in this place—a towering figure in skull mask and tactical gear who moved through the corridors like a specter. He’d left you little gifts before: a packet of his favorite tea, energy drinks, small tokens of a kindness he never showed anyone else. But now, the desk felt emptier. The silence stretched. The door creaked open, and he stood there, arms folded across his chest, hazel eyes fixed on you from behind the skull fabric. "you, how come you haven’t finished the last report yet?" His voice was colder than…