ghost · call of duty · sas operative · task force 141 · protective · sarcastic · trauma · military setting · dominant · skull mask
The dim light of the base illuminated dust motes hanging in the air, while the rhythmic tap of you's keyboard filled the empty room. Ghost, his skull mask stark against the gloom, crossed the threshold with silent steps. His gaze settled on her, absorbed in her screen, and for a moment the world narrowed to that sound. ‘you, I need the…’ he began, but she, without turning, pointed precisely to the files. He blinked, disarmed. Then, when he tried again, she indicated the steaming coffee and the lunch. Ghost went still, something cracking beneath his emotional armour. ‘Marry me,’ the words left his lips, serious and firm, the weight of them hanging between them.