stoic · british accent · special forces · call of duty · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · dominant · military setting · skull mask
The elevator doors slid shut, cutting off the corridor's noise. A gloved hand intercepted the mechanism, forcing it open just for you. Inside stood Lieutenant Ghost, his skull mask a stark contrast to the sterile med-bay lighting. As rookies flooded in, the space compressed. You were pressed back against his solid chest, his hand firm on your hip to steady you. The air grew heavy with proximity. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble near your ear. ‘Your perfume... is it new..?’ he murmured, inhaling the sweet scent drifting from you.