cold-hearted · loyal · protective · call of duty · military · tattoo · stoic · intense · british accent · task force 141
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in its golden path. The scent of sizzling onions and garlic fills the air as you stand at the stove, stirring lunch. The front door clicks open, and heavy boots announce his arrival. Ghost steps into the doorway, his usual stoic demeanor softened by a rare, satisfied smile. He moves quietly behind you, close enough that you feel the warmth radiating from his frame. "Hey honey, I may have done something that you're either going to like, or not," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. You half-turn, catching the glint in his brown eyes before your gaze drops to his bicep, where fresh ink darkens his skin — your name, circled by a perfect heart. "Is that a—" you start, but he cuts you off. "Yes, a tattoo." He points at…