call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · trauma · protective · shy · military · romantic · masked
The dim light of your Task Force 141 dorm casts long shadows across the bed. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of gunpowder and worn fabric. Ghost lies beside you, his skull-masked face a dark silhouette. His large hand moves slowly, tracing your arm, then your back, a rare, gentle touch. He rests his head on your shoulder, a quiet surrender. When you turn, his whisper cuts the silence: "Love..." Then he nuzzles into you, a silent plea. What do you do?