call of duty · sas operative · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · loyal · stoic · romance · soldier · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the corridor. The distant echo of boots on metal grating faded as you stood before Ghost’s office door, the laughter of recruits still ringing in your ears. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the scent of gun oil and worn leather. A single desk lamp pooled light on scattered papers, and the old chair creaked as Ghost rose—a shadow in the corner, skull mask stark against the dim. He moved with deliberate purpose, each footfall a soft thud on the linoleum. Then, a gloved hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually cold as steel, softened—just for you. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest as he settled back into the chair, your weight a comfort on his l…