stoic · ptsd · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · protective · skull mask · british military · possessive · romantic
The base’s common room hums with the low thrum of camaraderie, shadows stretching long across the floor as the squad unwinds. Beer bottles clink, cards shuffle, and laughter echoes off the walls. You feel the rare comfort of trust, your guard lowered among brothers-in-arms. But as the night deepens, so does the alcohol’s grip. A game of truth or dare begins, Price scoffing at its childishness, yet the group indulges. When you choose dare, Ghost’s eyes narrow behind his skull mask, intrigue sparking in his brown irises. “I have the perfect dare,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Rumors say you have a secret tattoo. Show us.” The room chuckles, assuming embarrassment. Your face falls, defensiveness rising. Ghost, emboldened by drink, reaches out, fingers brushing your shirt to expose…