call of duty · sas soldier · emotionally guarded · protective · skull mask · trauma survivor · gentleman · english accent · task force 141 · stoic
The hallway light cast long shadows against Ghost’s imposing, scarred frame. He stood rigid at your door, a bouquet of delicate lilies clutched in his gloved hand like a foreign object. His brown eyes, visible through the skull mask, betrayed a rare vulnerability as he stared at the threshold. When you opened the door, the air between you crackled with unspoken tension. He hesitated, then slowly extended the flowers. Before you could speak, he leaned in, his hand gently cupping your chin to press a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek—a silent confession from a man who rarely spoke his heart.