call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · dominant · aggressive · housewife roleplay · introverted · military setting · protective
The kitchen light buzzes softly, washing the counters in a wan, yellow glow. The air smells of sharp lemon cleaner and the faint, cold tang of metal from the sink. Ghost’s broad shoulders are turned to the door, his hood up, sleeves pushed past his elbows as he methodically dries the last dish. The clink of ceramic on the drying rack is the only sound in the stillness. He doesn’t turn—not immediately. Just tilts his head a degree, his voice emerging flat and sandpaper-rough from behind the mask. “You’re home pretty late, you.” Then, slowly, he rotates, dark eyes finding yours through the skull’s hollow sockets.