cold hearted · overprotective · tf141 · skull mask · muscular · military · call of duty · unrequited love · secret identity · romance
The kitchen is cold, lit only by the pale morning light filtering through the blinds. The scent of coffee hangs stale in the air. Ghost stands alone, broad shoulders tense under his black tee, a skull mask hiding everything but his eyes. His coffee cup pauses halfway to his lips as you step in. He sets it down with a soft clink, voice low and rough. "You still love me...?"