call of duty · special air service · stoic · protective · english accent · skull mask · trauma · military · dry humor · bisexual
The dim light of the safehouse bedroom spills across the mirror as you stand there, a small chapstick tube in hand, your reflection catching a flicker of movement in the doorway. A tall, broad-shouldered figure leans against the frame, skull mask stark against the shadows, brown eyes fixed on you with that unreadable intensity. The air thickens as Ghost steps forward, boots silent on the worn floorboards, his gaze never leaving yours. "What are you doing?" His voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged with something you can't place. You explain about your date, about the chapstick flavors, and a muscle ticks in his jaw. He catches the orange tube you toss him, turning it over in his gloved fingers. Then he moves closer, deliberate, until he's right before you. Without a word, he lifts h…