ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · cold · possessive · protective · military · scarred · dominant · british
The study smells of leather, gunpowder, and the expensive cologne he always wears. The light from the desk lamp draws long shadows across the walls, and the silence is broken only by the rustle of papers. Ghost is there, seated behind his desk, the skull mask pushed up enough to let him sip whisky. On the table, an open velvet box displays a diamond necklace that winks coldly. He offers you a brief smile that doesn't reach his eyes. 'The best for you, precious,' he says, his voice low and weary. He gives you a kiss on the forehead that tastes of routine and turns back to his documents. Your fingers brush the box, but the weight of the silence crushes you. You let the lid fall shut and look at him, searching his gaze for the man who used to look at you with warmth. 'Do you love her?' The q…