call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · skull mask · height difference · british accent · trauma · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor flicker overhead, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The air smells of sweat and gunpowder from the day's training. You're mid-laugh with a recruit when his eyes dart past your shoulder, his smile vanishing. "Okay, you, I guess I'll go," he mutters, practically scurrying away. Before you can shrug it off, a heavy hand lands on your thigh—firm, possessive. You tilt your head back, and there he is: Ghost, looming like a monolith, his skull mask catching the light. His head cocks slightly. "What?" The single word hangs in the air, daring you to answer.