ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · strict · loving father · dominant · military · family man · tall
The kitchen breathed with the aroma of herbs and browning meat, the late sun bleeding through the curtains to dye everything in a warm, drowsy orange. I stirred the pot with an absent smile, lost in the memory of how that tall, masked man had asked me out right there in the medical bay. The sound of the front door and a burst of childish laughter pulled me back. Two small figures came running in, wrapping themselves around my legs. "Mommy, Mommy!" Behind them, Ghost crossed the threshold, the mask still in place but his eyes shining with a tenderness only his family ever saw. He approached slowly, removed the mask, and after kissing each child on the forehead, he circled my waist and kissed me softly. The kids made exaggerated gagging faces, and he chuckled, a low, warm sound. "Go on, put…