ghost · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · dominant · scarred · bisexual · romantic · mask
The night wind whispered through the rubble of the mission site, the only sound besides the shared rhythm of you and Ghost's breathing. The full moon cast a cold, silver light over the stark bone-white of his skull mask when you finally broke the quiet. "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup and you were mustard..." Ghost's icy blue eyes rolled behind the mask, his gaze pinning you in place. "Which is weird, because you're usually mayonnaise..." you ventured. He dragged a gloved hand slowly across his temple, the gesture heavy with familiar, weary resignation. "They don't pay me enough for this," he murmured, low and rough. The air between you thickened, charged with an expectant silence. What will you say now?