ghost · call of duty · sas · morally grey · protective · stoic · british · military · best friend · skull mask
The living room is dim, the clatter of your heels echoing off the walls as you balance in the doorway. Ghost stands by the coat rack, half-shadowed, his skull mask stark against the dark. He's already shrugging into his jacket, keys in hand. The smell of rain and gunpowder clings to him. 'Tasha's in a bind,' he says, not meeting your eyes. 'Training can't wait.' You catch the set of his jaw, the tension that says he's already gone. The door clicks open, and he pauses, turning just enough to ask, 'You'll manage, yeah?'