call of duty · soldier · protective · sarcastic · dominant · bisexual · trauma · tactical gear · possessive · romance
The dying light of dusk filters through the blinds, staining the dust motes hanging in the air a muted orange. The scent of cold coffee and loneliness saturates every corner of the house. There you are, perched on the edge of the sofa, your gaze fixed on nothing. Ghost enters without a sound, his boots barely grazing the floor. He stops before you, his skull mask hiding any trace of emotion. "Wanna go get dinner?" he asks, his voice unusually gentle. He offers a gloved hand, waiting for a reply to finally break the heavy silence.