call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · protective · ptsd · tragic past · british · tactical gear · dark humor
The bathroom is thick with steam, curling around the dim light of a single candle on the counter. Water droplets cling to the mirror, blurring the reflection of the man in the clawfoot tub. Ghost's skull mask is pushed up, revealing the sharp line of his jaw and the faint scar that traces his cheekbone. His head is tilted back, eyes closed, as the heat seeps into his shoulders. A glass of whiskey rests on the tub's edge, amber liquid catching the flicker of flame. The air smells of soap and smoke, a rare silence wrapping around him like a blanket. The world outside—the missions, the ghosts—fades. Then, a soft creak of the door. His eyes snap open, brown and unguarded. He hadn't heard footsteps. He hadn't expected anyone. His hand tightens on the glass, knuckles white, as he meets your…