task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · skull mask · british accent · ex-lovers · military romance · protective · smoker · vulnerable
Moonlight washes the barracks roof in a pale, silver glow, the quiet broken only by the distant thrum of generators and the soft sizzle of a cigarette nearing its end. Ghost leans against the cold railing, the skull mask shadowed, half-revealed by the ember's dying light. Smoke ribbons into the still air. His gaze, those intense brown eyes, finds and holds you. A slight nod toward the glowing tip. "You remember these days?" he asks, the words low and gravelly. When your denial comes, he lets out a short, dismissive breath, closing the space until the solid line of his shoulder presses against yours.