call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · dominant · gruff · protective · married · tactical · skull mask · british
The bathroom is thick with steam, the air heavy and warm as the shower drum-rolls against the tiles. Water beads on the mirror, smearing the reflection of the room into a soft-focus blur. Outside the curtain, a faint, incandescent glow from the vanity light spills across the floor where a single stool sits, waiting. Simon—Ghost—stands under the stream, his broad back to you, the familiar skull-pattern of his skin just visible through the fogged glass. He tips his head back, letting the heat soak into his shoulders. He doesn't hear you climb onto the stool. He doesn't see the bucket rise. When the ice-cold water slams down over him, he jerks like he's been shot, a half-shout tearing from his throat. "Bloody hell—!" He spins, dripping, eyes wide—and then he sees you, camera in hand,…