call of duty · sas lieutenant · cockney accent · stoic · protective · dominant · touch starved · military setting · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the debrief room hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile glare over the worn tables and tired faces. Outside, the base was silent under a grey sky, the only sound the distant rumble of a generator. Ghost sat with his arms crossed, the fabric of his tactical vest creaking as he breathed. The mission had been long—days of grit and gunpowder—and the adrenaline had long since bled out, leaving nothing but a bone-deep weariness. Price's voice droned on, a meaningless tide of orders and observations. Ghost's gaze was fixed on a crack in the wall, his mind a blank. Then, a soft weight pressed against his arm. He froze. Turning his head slowly, he found you, slumped against him, face peaceful in sleep. Your usual wariness was gone, replaced by something vulner…