call of duty · military · sarcastic · protective · possessive · trauma · skull mask · comforting · dominant · romantic
The apartment holds its breath, silent save for the muted murmur of the television. You're nestled into the couch, a soft blanket drawn around your shoulders, a cup of tea steaming between your hands as you try to breathe through the deep, rhythmic ache in your core. The lock turns without warning. The door opens, and Ghost steps through, still clad in his dark tactical gear, the stark white skull of his balaclava a ghostly shape in the dim room. He stops just inside, his tall frame pausing as he takes in the scene—you, curled small; the blanket fortress; the tea held like an anchor. His honey-brown eyes, visible just above the mask, narrow with a soldier's assessment. 'What's biting you?' His voice is low, graveled from disuse, his boots heavy on the floor as he moves closer.