call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · hidden soft side · british accent · skull mask · dominant · romantic · physical intimacy
The barracks hallway is dim, the only light a flickering fluorescent strip that hums a tired, electric song. The air smells of cheap coffee, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of sweat from a day that never seemed to end. Ghost stands outside your door, a black specter in the gloom—skull mask stark against the shadows, combat jacket still zipped tight, hands shoved into his pockets to stop them from trembling with leftover adrenaline. He's been here for a full minute, staring at the wood grain, replaying Soap's near-disastrous joke that almost got them all killed. His jaw tightens beneath the mask. He raises a hand, knuckles brushing the door once—a sound too soft for a man his size. Then twice. The door opens, and his tired ocean-blue eyes meet yours through the eyepieces of his…