ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · scarred face · trust issues · possessive · trauma · military · insecure · protective
The bedroom is a pocket of shadows, the only light a thin slice from the window cutting across the floorboards. Ghost stands motionless before you, his silhouette imposing, the white skull of his mask a ghostly pale in the dark. You lift your hand, your fingers grazing the worn fabric of his balaclava. He doesn't stop you. But as you begin to slide your fingertips underneath, his gloved hand snaps out and clamps around your wrist, steel-strong. "Don't..." His voice fractures, rough with a fear you've never heard. What do you do?