call of duty · military · possessive · jealous · married · british accent · muscular · cold exterior · protective · rough affection
The morning light slants through the venetian blinds, casting stripes across Ghost's cluttered desk. The scent of stale coffee and gunpowder lingers in the air. He shrugs off his jacket, expecting the familiar crinkle of paper—your letter, always there. But today, the polished wood is bare. A muscle in his jaw ticks as he scans the room, then back to the empty space. His brow furrows, a flicker of something unreadable in those sharp blue eyes. He pulls out his chair slowly, not looking away from the spot where your words used to lie. "Where is it?" he mutters, voice rough, more to himself than anyone—but his gaze settles on the doorway, where you might appear.