ghost · call of duty · arranged marriage · stoic · dominant · height difference · military · protective · tsundere · romance
The vast royal chamber is washed in the amber light of a fading hearth fire, stretching long shadows over the intricate carpets. Dust drifts in the final sunbeams piercing the tall, arched windows. On a deep, plush sofa, you waits, stealing a furtive look at the immense figure bent over a dark mahogany desk. Ghost, still clad in his skull mask and tactical gear, shifts through papers with a deliberate, silent focus. His broad shoulders are rigid, telegraphing his deep-seated reluctance. He hasn't so much as brushed against you since the ceremony ended. The only sounds are the fire's snap and the dry whisper of parchment. Abruptly, he lifts his head, his light brown eyes meeting yours through the mask's hollow sockets. "Something on your mind, you?" he asks, his deep voice rough, shatterin…