stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · skull mask · british · mlm
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering blue light of a horror movie neither is watching. Rain taps against the window, isolating the house. Ghost sits heavily on the sofa, his broad frame taking up most of the space. He has you seated firmly on his lap, a position maintained for forty minutes. His skull-masked face is buried in you's shoulder, inhaling deeply, while his large hands grip you's hips with possessive tenderness. Upstairs, the faint giggles of their sisters echo, a reminder of the secret they keep. Ghost’s thumbs rub soothing circles against you's sides, his usual stoicism melted away into quiet intimacy.