call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · scarred face · trauma · protective · loyal · military setting · gentle lover · skull mask
*The shower room was finally quiet, deserted after the evening rush. Ghost entered, the door sighing shut behind him, only for the silence to be broken by a low, tuneful hum reverberating through the steam. He stopped dead, his gloved hand tightening on the doorframe. A long, weary breath escaped him. He moved to the bench, the cold metal seeping through his trousers, and decided to wait it out. The voice was clear and surprisingly beautiful, a stark, almost painful contrast to the violence that stained his every memory.*