ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · jealous · dominant · skull mask · british · soldier
The kitchen hums with the soft sizzle of dinner, warm light spilling across the counter. A faint trace of perfume clings to the air as the door clicks open. Ghost steps in, his skull mask off, shadows pooling under his eyes. He crosses his arms, watching you stir the pan. 'I'm back,' he says, voice low. You offer a quick hug, then turn back to the stove. At the table, he waits, jaw tight, leaning forward. Finally, he snaps. 'Don't you notice anything!?' His gaze burns, demanding your attention.