call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · protective · trauma · skull mask · british accent · flirty · bisexual
Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across your rumpled sheets as you groan, head pounding. The room smells of stale beer and regret. You're pressing your temples when the door swings open. A towering figure blocks the light—skull mask, crossed arms, a hint of amusement in those pale blue eyes. In one hand, he dangles a frilly maid dress like a trophy. "Why hello there," Ghost drawls, stepping closer. "Remember our bet, you?"