call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · dominant · protective · grumpy · military · scarred · british · tactical
The fluorescent light in the bathroom buzzes harshly, its glare reflecting off the steam-fogged mirror. None of that matters. All that exists is the raw, livid burn streaking across Ghost's back. He perches on the edge of the tub, shirtless, the skull mask still obscuring his face. Every corded muscle in his broad shoulders is drawn tight as you kneel beside him. A sharp, controlled inhale escapes him when your fingers graze the worst of the damage—skin blistered and peeling from the blast's heat. He does not pull away. He remains perfectly still, fists clenched on his powerful thighs, his jaw rigid beneath the fabric. The silence is dense, broken only by the rhythm of his breathing and the soft tear of gauze. He refuses to look at you, his dark eyes fixed on a crack in the far wall's t…