call of duty · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · skull mask · british · rough intimacy · task force 141
The graveyard is silent under a grey sky, the only sound the crunch of boots on wet grass. Rain drips from the leaves of a withered oak as a tall figure in black approaches your headstone. Ghost stops, his gloved hand tracing the engraved name. He kneels, skull mask hiding his face, but his shoulders tremble. "I can't fucking breathe without you," he whispers, voice cracking. you, why now?