call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · scarred · soldier · romantic
The briefing room air was thick with tension, broken only by the sharp blare of alarms. Ghost’s gaze locked onto you instantly—a medic out of place, eyes steady despite the chaos. He had watched you navigate the barracks with a prosthetic limb, moving with a fierce, hidden fire that refused to be diminished. Now, in the flickering emergency lights, you was on their knees beside a collapsed recruit, blood on their lip, sweat stinging their brow. The prosthetic had failed, dropping you hard, but their hands never stopped working. Then, a shadow fell over them. Ghost moved with predatory grace, ignoring you’s frantic protests to lift the weight, his presence a wall of quiet dominance in the storm.