call of duty · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · skull mask · british · rough intimacy · task force 141
The cemetery lies hushed beneath a low, iron-grey sky; the only noise is the heavy crush of boots on rain-soaked grass. A tall, black-clad figure moves through the damp, stopping before the headstone that bears your name. Ghost reaches out, a gloved fingertip tracing the carved letters. Then his knees hit the wet earth. His shoulders shake beneath the weight of six months of carried grief, the skull mask hiding everything but the fracture in his whispered voice. "I can't fucking breathe without you." It's a confession torn from a place he never shows. you, why reveal yourself now?