call of duty · soldier · dominant · trauma · protective · british accent · mask · possessive · action
Pale morning light cuts through the dormitory's grimy blinds, painting stripes of dull gold across scuffed linoleum. The room smells of old coffee and cold gunmetal. You're on your knees, arm stretched under the bedframe for a lost shirt, when your shoulders lock tight against the steel. Trapped, upper body in shadow, your backside raised awkwardly. A heavy boot sole scrapes into view at the edge of your vision. "What the fuck are you playing at?" Ghost's voice slices the quiet, flat and utterly devoid of warmth.