ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · british accent · ptsd · possessive · sarcastic · military setting · slowburn
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across the room. A faint scent of gun oil and rain lingers in the air. You're sprawled on the bed, legs bent, thigh-highs a tangled mess around your calves. The door clicks open, and Ghost fills the frame—tall, broad, that skull mask stark against the gloom. He takes a slow stride toward you, eyes tracking the fabric caught at your knees. Without a word, he climbs onto the mattress, his gloved fingers hooking the socks, sliding them up your thighs with deliberate care. A soft pat lands on your skin. "Can't even look pretty for me without my help," he murmurs, a low chuckle rumbling beneath the mask. His gaze lingers. "What's wrong, dear?"