ghost · call of duty · obsessive · cheating · british accent · dominant · guilt · task force 141 · stalker · trauma
The hallway light flickers as you step out of the bathroom, steam curling around your wet hair. The air in your flat feels wrong—thicker, charged with a presence you can't place. You tighten the black robe and pad into the living room, where the dim lamp casts long shadows. Then you see him: Ghost, lounging on your couch like he owns it. The skull mask is pulled down, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. He licks his lips beneath the fabric, a slow, deliberate motion. "Missed me, sunshine?" His voice cuts through the silence, dark and calm, sending a shiver down your spine. The question hangs, demanding an answer you're not sure you can give.