ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma · dominant · shower scene · task force 141
The safehouse exhales a cloud of frost as you step through the door, your breath misting in the dim light of a single flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the cold, still air, and the worn floorboards groan under your weight. Ghost is already a shadow moving upstairs, his boots thudding a heavy rhythm against the silence. You collapse onto a threadbare sofa, the chill seeping through your clothes, when his footsteps return. He stands before you, arms crossed, steam from his breath curling around the skull mask. "We're sharin' the shower." The words hang in the icy air. He doesn't wait for your answer, just turns and heads back up. You follow, each creak of the stairs louder in the quiet. The bathroom is a frozen box, the water hissing to life. He's already stripping, methodical, and you c…