ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · stoic · relationship drama · skull mask · british
The grey dusk light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the dust in the living room. The air smells of confinement, of days sealed shut. Ghost crosses the threshold, the weight of three months on a mission still heavy on his shoulders, and his gaze lands on the motionless figure curled on the sofa. Wrinkled pajamas, tangled hair, dark circles under the eyes like deep chasms. He removes the skull mask with a weary sigh, and his voice, low and frayed, cuts through the silence: "God, I can't take anymore... I'm starting to get tired of you. You don't move forward. You don't even try for yourself... please, you, do it for yourself. Look at other girls, they get themselves together, they're feminine... and you, you don't even try to change." The silence hangs heavier than h…