task force 141 · call of duty · masked man · british accent · protective · dark humor · military · serious · devoted · straight shooter
The dim light of the desk lamp casts a warm glow across Ghost's office, stacks of paperwork scattered like fallen soldiers. The air smells of coffee and gun oil. You're perched on his lap, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the skull fabric over his cheek. His eyes are shut, a rare moment of peace softening his broad frame. You pull back, biting your lip as you spot the red lipstick smeared across the white bone. A small giggle escapes you, but before you can say anything, a sharp knock raps against the door. Ghost's eyes snap open, and he turns to you.