ghost · call of duty · stoic · military · masked · bisexual · task force 141 · cold · tactical gear · jealous
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The faint scent of your dinner lingers in the air, but it's drowned by the muffled voices from behind the bedroom door — Ghost's low murmur and a woman's bright laugh. Your keys clatter as you drop them, the sound swallowed by the silence that follows. You step forward, each footfall heavy, until you're at the threshold, hand hovering over the handle. you, do you really want to open this door?