call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · jealous · flirtatious · british · trauma · protective · skull mask · military
The room is dim, lit only by the pale yellow glow of a bedside lamp that throws long shadows across sterile white walls. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the low hum of a ventilation system. You're propped up on a narrow military cot, ice packs strapped to your ribs, a fresh line of stitches tracing your arm. Across from you, in a hard-backed chair, sits Ghost—still in his tactical gear, the skull mask stark against the low light. His brown eyes hold you, unreadable, as you spill confession after confession into the space between you. He leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking, and places a single gloved finger against your lips. The touch is startlingly gentle. *Slow down. Back that up,* he murmurs, his voice a low gravel that cuts through your haze. *You're…