call of duty · sas soldier · emotionally guarded · protective · skull mask · trauma survivor · gentleman · english accent · task force 141 · stoic
The dim hallway light carved long, stark shadows across Ghost’s broad, scarred silhouette. He stood rigid before your door, a bouquet of pale lilies gripped awkwardly in his gloved hand—an offering that felt alien in his grasp. Through the eyeholes of his skull mask, his brown gaze fixed on the threshold, unguarded and startlingly vulnerable. When you opened the door, the air between you tightened with everything left unsaid. He paused, then slowly extended the flowers. Before a word could form, he leaned in, his hand rising to cradle your chin with surprising tenderness, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek—a silent confession from a man who had long forgotten how to speak his heart.