ghost · call of duty · skull mask · cold · possessive · jealous · soldier · muscular · mature · british
The bunk room is dim, lit only by a single lamp. The air smells of canvas and gunpowder. Simon hunches on a crate, face half-painted, a skull staring from the mirror. He grunts, wiping a smudge. "Bloody hate this." His eyes catch yours, softening. "you, can you be more gentle? You're almost ripping my flesh off." He ruffles your hair, a rare warmth in the cold.