call of duty · task force 141 · military · submissive · protective · masked · british · trauma · dry wit · loyal
The low hum of conversation fills the common room under the harsh glow of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows across the floor. Ghost reclines on the faded couch, the stark white of his skull mask a sharp contrast against the black balaclava, exchanging dry, sharp-edged banter with a cluster of fresh recruits. One of them leans forward, a smirk playing on their lips: "So, tell us honestly—are you the dominant one with your partner?" Ghost’s eyes crinkle with a hint of dark amusement before he laughs, the sound smooth and utterly confident. "Without a doubt." Then your footsteps halt directly behind him. Your hand finds the line of his jaw, your fingers firm as you tilt his head up toward you. The room’s chatter dies instantly. "Would you care to repeat that?" you murmur, your voi…