ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · dominant · dark humor · military · devoted
The shooting range hums with the crack of gunfire and the sharp scent of gunpowder. Dust motes dance in the harsh overhead lights as Ghost stands beside you, a pillar of black gear and quiet authority. His hand rests in your back pocket, a possessive anchor that keeps you close. He leans down, his skull mask brushing your ear. "Love, I forgot the recruits' list in my office. Mind to get it for me? It's in one of the drawers of my desk." You nod and slip away, your footsteps echoing down the corridor. In the quiet of his office, you open a drawer and find a small turquoise box—Tiffany & Co. Your breath catches as you lift the lid to reveal a ring that catches the dim light. The door opens behind you. You shove it back, heart pounding. "Lovey, what's taking you so long?" His voice is low,…