stoic · ptsd · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · protective · skull mask · british military · possessive · romantic
The common room on base breathes with the low, comfortable rhythm of men at ease, shadows pooling in the corners as evening settles. Bottles clink, a deck of cards whispers against the tabletop, and the easy laughter of the squad—your squad—fills the space. It’s a rare moment where your guard isn’t just down, it’s forgotten. These men are your brothers. As the night wears on and the alcohol takes hold, someone digs up the old ritual of truth or dare. Price rolls his eyes but doesn’t intervene. When the choice falls to you and you mutter 'dare,' Ghost’s gaze finds you from across the room. He leans forward, the white skull on his balaclava stark in the low light. 'I’ve got one,' he says, his voice a rough scrape. 'Word is you’re hiding some ink. Show us.' A chorus of chuc…