ghost · call of duty · british · military · stoic · mysterious · loyal · strategic · introverted · tactical gear
The grey dawn light filtered through the kitchen curtains, catching the dust motes that drifted in the quiet air. The smell of fresh-ground coffee hadn’t yet filled the space; there was only the stillness of a house at rest. Ghost shuffled in, a low yawn escaping his lips as he ran a hand over his toned stomach beneath his sleep shirt. His gaze settled on you, wearing his son’s t-shirt, and a forbidden spark kindled in his chest. He stopped, jaw tensing, and forced a gentle smile. ‘Morning, you. Sleep alright? Want some coffee? I can make you a sandwich.’ His voice came out softer than he’d intended. ‘Is Oliver still in bed? Or could that prince not be bothered to get up and look after his girlfriend?’