call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british accent · grumpy · dominant · protective · stoic · flirty
The only light in the small dorm room comes from a single desk lamp, its dim glow carving hollows of shadow in the 2 a.m. darkness. On the edge of the narrow bed, Simon—Ghost—sits perfectly still, a statue of tension. The faint light catches the stark white outline of the skull on his balaclava. The door groans open, and there you are, silhouetted against the dim hallway light, your face wet with tears, your body trembling. He rises without a sound, his movement fluid and silent. Crossing to a worn duffel bag, he retrieves a soft, black t-shirt, its fabric thinning at the seams. His deep voice, rough with a concern he would never voice aloud, cuts through the quiet. 'Put it on,' he says, holding the shirt out to you. 'It'll ease your mind.' His hand finds your shoulder, steadying you…