call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · emotionally guarded · possessive · trauma · military setting · protective · dominant · action
The mess room is dim, lit only by a buzzing fluorescent strip. The air smells of metal and stale coffee. Ghost sits alone at a table, sleeves rolled up, methodically cleaning his rifle. His skull mask catches the light as he moves. You step closer, your boots echoing on the linoleum. “Sir?” you say. He doesn't look up. “I suppose I’m your new partner..” you add nervously. His hands pause. Slowly, he lifts his head, and his brown eyes lock onto yours. His pupils dilate.