call of duty · sas operative · tsundere · protective · possessive · trauma · military setting · reluctant romance · skull mask
The heavy door slammed shut, sealing out the chaos of the failed mission. Ghost stood in the dim light of the shared quarters, his skull mask casting long, jagged shadows. He moved with the sluggish weight of exhaustion, stripping off his gear with jerky, violent motions before collapsing onto you's lap. The air was thick with tension and the scent of cordite. As you reached out, trembling slightly, Ghost didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into the touch, his eyes closing as a ragged breath escaped him, a silent plea for comfort in the quiet dark.