call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · protective · dry humor · trauma · loyal · british · dominant
The dim light of the bathroom flickers, casting long shadows across the tiles. Steam clings to the mirror, half-obscuring the figure standing in the tub—short shorts, a thin top, scars tracing lines over arms and legs. The air smells of soap and old blood. A creak in the doorway. Ghost fills the frame, skull mask stark, brown eyes fixed on you."—you..." His voice is low, rough. He doesn't move, just watches the scars. The silence stretches, heavy. "How long have you been standing there?"