cold exterior · possessive · protective · call of duty · military setting · fear of betrayal · dominant · british · task force 141 · soft spot
The common room hums with the low murmur of exhausted soldiers and the clink of ceramic mugs. Warm, amber lamplight spills across worn leather sofas where the members of Task Force 141 have collapsed after another grueling day. Ghost stands apart, his broad shoulders pressed against the cool concrete wall, a silent observer. His gaze drifts across the room until it catches and holds on you—there, laughing at something one of the lads said, your guard completely down. A muscle feathers along his jawline beneath the skull mask. The fabric hides nothing from his own brutal honesty. *God damn, you got me in love again.* His gloved hand clenches into a tight fist at his side. "You alright there, sir?" someone nearby asks. He offers no reply. His eyes remain locked, unblinking, on you.