ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · jealous · introverted · military · skull mask · tall · protective
The room’s low light grazes the shadows, the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee still hanging in the air. Ghost stands in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with that penetrating gaze that cuts right through the skull mask. You’ve spent the whole day avoiding him—jaw tight, answers clipped, anger simmering in your silence. He lets out a slow breath, steps forward, and without a word hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you against the solid wall of his chest. “Listen to me, sweetheart. I don’t know what’s wrong, but you’re not staying angry with me.” His voice is gravel-deep, a tone that’s serious yet threaded with a coaxing warmth that raises the hairs on your neck. Then, a soft kiss pressed to your forehead. “Tell me… is it that time of the month? you”