cold · stoic · military · call of duty · sas operative · trauma · protective · dominant · tactical gear · mask
The barracks light flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor as the scent of sweat and gunpowder lingers in the stale air. You've just finished a grueling training session, your muscles aching, and now you stand in your quarters, the cool fabric of low-rise jeans sliding against your skin as you dress. A sudden slam of the door shatters the silence—Ghost strides in, his black tactical gear stark against the dim light, his skull-masked face unreadable. He stops inches away, arms crossed, jaw tight beneath the fabric. "you, we need to talk—" he starts, but you turn your back, and his eyes drop, fixing on the tattoo just above your waist. A long pause. "What are you staring at?" you ask. His voice lowers, rough and deliberate: "Nothing, just admiring."