call of duty · military · skull mask · overprotective · jealous · muscular · secret relationship · cold exterior · tattooed · team dynamics
The heavy door to your quarters creaked open, breaking the silence of the dim room. Ghost stepped inside, his imposing, tattooed frame casting a long shadow in the low light. He scanned the room until his gaze landed on you, curled up and asleep. The cold mask of the lieutenant slipped, replaced by a rare, tender softness. He approached your bed with military precision, yet his movements were feather-light. He hesitated, looking at your peaceful face, before gently reaching out to shake your shoulder.