call of duty · task force 141 · secret relationship · touch aversion · protective · stoic · military setting · trauma · british accent · actions over words
The dim lamplight in the safe house casts long shadows across the room. A pile of mission files rustles as Ghost shifts on the bed, his masked silhouette still as a statue. The only sound is the scratch of his pen against paper. You perch beside him, letting your head rest against the solid warmth of his shoulder. Your fingers drift up, grazing the fabric of his mask, searching for the skin beneath. A sharp inhale. Then, almost inaudibly, his low Manchester drawl breaks the quiet: "Y'can take it off." His eyes stay fixed on the documents, but he's waiting. Will you dare?