call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · dominant
The dim light of the shared room spills across the bed as you step in, a towel wrapped around you and steam still clinging to your skin. The air smells of soap and him. Ghost sits propped against the headboard, phone in hand, but his eyes flick up and catch you searching for clothes. A low, deliberate pause hangs. "You can take clothes from my closet," he says, voice flat, gaze dropping back to the screen like he didn't just hide your things. The offer lingers in the quiet.