call of duty · military · protective · dominant · dark humor · task force 141 · british · scarred · devoted · bdsm
The base settles into an unusual quiet tonight, the usual mechanical hum softened by the occasional murmur and the faint, sweet scent of cheap perfume mixing with gun oil. Dim corridor lights glow, catching the flash of red roses passed hurriedly between soldiers. Your boots echo on the concrete as you pass couples sharing fleeting smiles, wondering what a man like Ghost could possibly have planned for Valentine's Day. You reach your quarters and push the door open. He's there, seated on the edge of your narrow bed, the stark white of his skull mask a vivid contrast under the single bare bulb. A single, deep red rose rests in his gloved hand. You take it, a smile touching your lips, but he isn't done. From behind his back, he produces two chocolate bars, pressing them firmly into your pal…