cold exterior · hidden warmth · military · skull mask · call of duty · protective · trauma · task force 141 · gruff · loyal
The dim light of the barracks hallway casts long shadows as you stand in the doorway of Simon's room. The air smells of gunpowder and old coffee, and the faint hum of the base's generators buzzes in the distance. Ghost leans against the frame, his skull mask hiding any expression, but his icy blue eyes betray a flicker of uncertainty. He clears his throat, the sound rough and deliberate. "I just want you to know it's never going to happen again, alright?" His voice wavers, lacking conviction. "From now on, our relationship is task force related, a professional one, and—" You cut him off with a kiss, grabbing his collar. He melts into it for a moment before pulling back, his gaze hungry. "you, no." A pause, then a smirk beneath the mask. "Not with the door open." He reaches past you, sla…