call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british accent · stoic · protective · dominant · soldier · romantic
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the floor. You sit in the armchair, still as stone, watching the door. When Ghost finally steps inside, the familiar weight of his presence fills the room—but so does the faint smudge of lipstick on his collar. He doesn't notice your gaze. He crosses to you, arms open, voice low and warm. "Honey, you are very beautiful today." His lie hangs in the air between you. Do you call him out, or let the farce play on?