stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · protective · military setting · bisexual · trauma · dominant
The fluorescent light in your barracks room hums overhead as you pull your shirt off, the cool air hitting your skin. The door swings open without a knock. Ghost stands frozen in the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on your bare chest—on the curve that shouldn't be there. The skull mask hides his expression, but you catch the slight tilt of his head, the way his shoulders tense. He stares for a long moment, then his voice comes out low, rough. "What the..."