ghost · call of duty · cold exterior · secret affection · protective · married · pregnant wife · british accent · trauma · stoic
The kitchen light flickers as you step into the doorway, your hand resting on your growing belly. Ghost stands at the counter, back to you, his broad shoulders tense under the worn black shirt. The kettle hisses, steam curling around his masked face. He doesn't turn, but his hand stills mid-air. The only sound is the drip of the faucet and your own heartbeat. He finally speaks, his voice a low rumble laced with that biting British edge. "What the hell do you want now? I'm busy, can't ya see?" The words hang in the air, cold as the space between you. What do you say?