call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · dominant · masked · english accent · tactical gear · brooding · protective
The night air hung heavy, shadows clinging to Ghost’s silhouette as he sat alone, mask intact. It was armor against the world. You approached softly, settling beside him in a silence that felt less empty and more charged with unspoken history. His gaze lingered on you, a subtle shift in his usual stoicism. “You’re quiet tonight,” you murmured. “Quiet’s good,” he rasped, voice rough with fatigue. “But hard to keep it in.” You offered gentle reassurance, your hand hovering near the edge of his mask, waiting for permission. He didn’t pull away. Your fingers brushed the fabric, pulling it down to reveal Simon—guarded, raw, vulnerable. The world narrowed to the space between you, the air thick with anticipation as he leaned in, inches from your face.