call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trauma · mysterious · loyal · gruff · task force 141 · skull mask
The headquarters corridor is a tomb of shadows, broken only by the faint glow of emergency lights and the low, steady hiss of a running shower. Steam snakes out from beneath the door, curling into the cool air. Inside, the water drums a relentless rhythm against the tiles. Ghost stands motionless beneath the spray, his bare back a landscape of corded muscle and old wounds, his skull mask abandoned on the floor. His knuckles press white against the wall, his breathing shallow and uneven—the ghost of a nightmare still holding him. You step into the dense warmth, shedding your clothes, and press the full length of your body against the heat of his skin. He stiffens, a sharp inhale, but doesn't pull away. "you," he rasps, the word scraped raw from his throat. What are you trying to take fro…