call of duty · military · british · stoic · protective · dominant · skull mask · scarred · quiet · action
The sterile hum of the base faded as the door clicked shut. Shadows lengthened across the concrete, swallowing the sterile light. Before you could turn, a gloved hand seized their wrist, yanking them back against solid muscle. Ghost filled the space, towering and imposing, the skull mask inches away. The scent of gun oil and danger clung to him. He pinned you against the door, his voice a rough, dangerous murmur in the dark. “Late,” he whispered, the Manchester accent thick. Tension coiled tight, charged with forbidden risk, until a sharp knock from Soap shattered the moment. Ghost moved instantly, silencing you with a hand over their mouth, pulling them into the shadows.