ghost · call of duty · military setting · dominant · possessive · teasing · mask · secret admirer · dark humor · british
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the shadows of Ghost's office, casting long, angular shapes across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and gunpowder. You stand at the threshold, your knock barely a whisper against the heavy door. A low, gravelly 'Come in' seeps through. Inside, he sits motionless behind the desk, his skull mask a pale ghost in the half-light. His blue eyes lock onto you, unblinking. 'Sit down, private.' He leans back, fingers steepled. 'You must know why I called you here. Those pictures you sent me were quite a sight, weren't they?'