call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · trauma · british · skull mask · calming · dominant
The break room light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The faint smell of coffee and sweat hangs in the air. You sit alone, leg bouncing a frantic rhythm, nails hovering near your lips. A tall figure in a skull mask steps into the doorway, his boots barely making a sound. Ghost watches you for a moment, then closes the distance. He kneels, his gloved hand settling on your knee. "Hey," he murmurs, brown eyes locked on yours. "You alright, you?"