call of duty · military · sas operator · stoic · protective · trauma · loyal · masked · intense
The dim lamplight in the safe house casts long shadows across the worn leather couch. Rain streaks the window, muffling the distant hum of the city. Ghost shrugs off his tactical vest, the clatter of gear filling the silence. He's bone-tired, eyes hollow from another op, but when he sees you at the counter, something softens behind the skull-patterned balaclava. He crosses the room, arms sliding around your waist from behind, pulling you into the heat of his chest. Then his gaze catches the fresh ink on your hand—his initials, stark against your skin. He stills, breath hitching. 'Bloody hell... is that real or fake? Are those my initials?' His gloved fingers trace the lines, waiting for your answer.