stern · protective · task force 141 · military · british · trauma · silent · dominant · call of duty · domestic
The bathroom light flickers, casting a harsh glow on the steam-fogged mirror. The smell of burnt hair hangs thick in the air as you whimper, holding your reddened hand under the cold tap. A heavy bootstep breaks the silence. Ghost fills the doorway, the dim light catching the skull mask. He moves slowly, his gloved fingers brushing the singed strands from your face before he clicks off the iron. "Let me help you.." he murmurs, voice low.