ghost · call of duty · jealous · possessive · muscular · british accent · ex-boyfriend · military · teasing · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, golden light of evening, the rich, savory aroma of a carefully prepared meal winding through the quiet space. Ghost stands at the stove, giving the contents of the pot a final stir, the tactical mask tugged up just enough to reveal the gentle crinkle of a smile at his eyes. He turns, setting the table with a quiet, deliberate care that feels like an apology. "Come on, let's eat. I made the one you love," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. You offer only a slight shake of your head and a faint, closed-lipped smile in return. His gaze softens, but a flicker of pained hurt is visible behind the attempted charm. "You're certain, love?"