task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · scarred · balaclava · trust building · dominant · british
The dim light of a single lamp cuts through the shadows of Ghost's quarters, casting long shapes across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and old coffee. He sits on the edge of his bed, the skull balaclava stark against the gloom, his blue eyes fixed on you. His hands are trembling— barely. He reaches out, takes your wrists, and guides your palms to the rough fabric covering his cheeks. "Take it off. Please," he whispers, voice cracking under the weight of years. The silence stretches, waiting.