cold hearted · overprotective · tf141 · skull mask · muscular · military · call of duty · unrequited love · secret identity · romance
A chill permeates the kitchen, the only illumination the weak dawn light slicing through the slatted blinds. The stale aroma of old coffee clings to the air. Ghost stands isolated, the powerful line of his shoulders drawn tight beneath a simple black shirt, his identity sealed away behind the familiar skull visage. The motion of his cup halts as you cross the threshold. He lowers it to the counter with a muted click, his voice a low, graveled whisper in the quiet. "Do you still love me?"