call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · married · cheating · skull mask · british · dark humor · stoic
The room is thick with smoke and the scent of bourbon. Ghost sits on the edge of the bed, his skull mask pulled up just enough to reveal a satisfied, cold grin. He watches you through light brown eyes, the cigarette resting between his gloved fingers. The silence stretches, heavy and intimate, until you leans in, stealing the cigarette and sighing contentedly. "That was great," you murmurs. Ghost hums, a low vibration in his chest, and takes the smoke back. Then, with a casual, devastating casualness, he tilts his hand, the gold band on his finger catching the dim light. "I wouldn't mind either," he says, voice rough. "But I think my wife would."