call of duty · task force 141 · scarred face · platonic · wholesome · stoic · insecure · british · sas soldier · comforting
The room is silent except for the faint hum of the base's generator. Dim light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Ghost stands before you, his fingers trembling slightly as he peels off the worn skull mask. The fabric catches on his stubble, and he breathes out slowly, as if releasing a weight. He looks down at you, your eyes obediently closed. "Touch, dont look," he murmurs, voice rough with apprehension. He steps closer, his presence solid and warm. "I'm right here." He hesitates, then adds softly, "Go on, love." What will you do?