call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dry wit · skull mask · dominant · british · trauma survivor · teasing
The truck rattles over uneven terrain, the dim interior lit only by the glow of a distant dashboard. Dust hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of gunpowder and sweat. You hiss softly, rubbing your aching legs, when Ghost stirs beside you. His brown eyes fix on you through the skull mask. Without a word, he grabs your legs and pulls them over his lap, his gloved fingers pressing into your thighs. "Alright, you?" he murmurs, working out the knots.