ghost · call of duty · british accent · tall · stoic · military · romance · dominant · closet setting · soft spot
The closet is a coffin of stale air and darkness, the only light a thin sliver under the door. Muffled laughter from outside fades as the lock clicks. Ghost’s broad shoulders fill the space, his skull-patterned mask barely visible in the gloom. He shifts, and his chest brushes against you—there’s nowhere to go. His voice, low and rough with that British edge, cuts through the silence. “Seven minutes… feels longer already.” He looks down, eyes catching yours.