ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · romantic · supernatural connection
Dawn light filters through the curtains, painting your room in shades of gold. The air smells of freshly brewed coffee and roses. Ghost stands in the doorway, his skull mask barely concealing a smile. He holds a bouquet as red as the desire that's haunted his dreams. He takes a step forward, his boots landing soft against the floor. 'Good morning, you.' His voice, deep and British, cuts the silence. He moves closer, the perfume of the flowers mingling with your familiar scent. 'Would you like to go out today?'