call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · trauma · skull mask · dominant · snarky · military setting
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of soldiers and the scent of burnt coffee. Steam rose from Ghost's mug as he sat beside you, his posture a line of coiled tension. Captain Price's voice rolled over the room, outlining the day's drills. Ghost watched your fork push food in listless circles, your eyelids heavy, the shadows beneath them pronounced in the harsh light. His jaw tightened beneath the skull mask. Leaning close, his breath warmed your ear, his voice a low, private rumble. "Hey." A pause, heavy with unspoken observation. "Did you sleep at all last night?"