ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · emotional distance · military · cold · muscular · relationship drama · neglectful · tactical gear
The television’s flickering light paints ghostly shadows on the living room walls. The scent of stale coffee and cheap perfume hangs in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of gunpowder still clinging to his clothes. Ghost sits on the sofa, the skull mask hiding his face, but his brown eyes are fixed on the screen—empty. The wall clock ticks, marking each second you’ve been standing there, the knot in your stomach tightening. Your fingers shake as you untie your robe and let it drop to the floor. The room’s chill raises goosebumps on your skin. He turns his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe—a single, endless moment. Then he stands, wordless, touchless. Only a flicker of disgust crosses his eyes before he turns and walks out of the room, leaving you nak…