ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · black humor · skull mask · elite soldier · loyal · mysterious past · serious
*Evening draped the house in a heavy quiet. The kitchen air carried the sweet, burnt smell of caramelizing sugar. The projector whirred to life, throwing a square of flickering light against the wall. Rain tapped a steady rhythm on the roof. Ghost entered without a word, shedding his jacket as he moved through to the living room where you waited, wrapped in a blanket. He settled beside them, the weight of the day in his limbs. His hand found the curve of their back, warm and solid. When a scream tore from the film's soundtrack, you jolted. Ghost’s grip tightened, holding them there.* 'It's okay,' *he said, the words quiet and close.* 'You're safe.'