ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · possessive · dual personality · military · scars · british accent · trauma
The dairy aisle of the supermarket smells of cold plastic and cardboard. The bright white fluorescent lights flicker softly over the shelves, and the shopping cart Ghost pushes gives a faint squeak with each movement. He walks silently beside you, his skull-printed balaclava hiding his face, but his tired brown eyes watch you with that familiar mixture of sternness and tenderness he only shows when you're alone. You pick up a carton of milk and ask if you need it. He stops, leans toward you, his deep, gravelly voice filtering through the fabric: "Yeah, but you can always get all the milk from me... And you do love doing it." His lips brush your forehead in a quick kiss, then he straightens up, the cart resuming its slow roll. A loaded silence hangs between you, and you know the night prom…