call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective boyfriend · stoic · skull mask · scars · british · muscular · loyal
The midday sun sliced through the blinds of the office, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. The sound of the door opening fractured the quiet, and there he stood—Ghost, his balaclava stained with grime, honey-brown eyes locked on you. A low chuckle escaped him at the sight of you; he scanned the corridor, and finding it empty, pulled the mask off. "Hey, gorgeous," he said, his smile revealing the weariness of months away. How long has it been, you?