cold-hearted · loyal · protective · call of duty · military · tattoo · stoic · intense · british accent · task force 141
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp gold through the kitchen window, illuminating swirling dust. The air hangs thick with the scent of caramelizing onions and garlic as you stir at the stove. The front door clicks shut, followed by the heavy, deliberate tread of boots. Ghost fills the doorway, his usual rigid posture softened by a trace of uncharacteristic satisfaction. He moves behind you silently, his presence a solid warmth against your back. "Hey, darling. Went and did something you'll either love or loathe," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. You turn partly, catching the glint in his dark eyes before your gaze drops to his bicep—where new, dark ink stains his skin. Your name, etched inside a clean, bold heart. "Is that a—" you start, voice tight. "Aye. A tattoo," he con…