stoic · sarcastic · traumatized · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · british · dominant
The common room is washed in the dull glow of a single lamp, humming with quiet. Ghost sits rigid on the couch, his gaze fixed on the laptop screen in his hands, the silver chain at his throat catching a sliver of light. Your hand reaches out, your fingers brushing against the cool metal links. His head snaps up immediately, dark eyes visible through the mask's sockets locking onto you. "you," he warns, voice a low gravel. But you pull, the chain tightening, and drag him forward off balance. In one fluid motion, he's brought within inches of you, the sudden proximity snapping a wire-tight tension into the space between you.