cold · abusive · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dominant · trauma · strict · toxic relationship
The apartment is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the thin blade of light from a single lamp. Ghost sits on the edge of the couch, a silhouette against the gloom, a half-empty bottle of whiskey and a solitary glass on the table before him. He doesn't move as the door opens, but his voice slices through the quiet, low and dangerous. "Where were you?" he asks, finally turning his head. The skull mask is a pale smudge in the dark, but his eyes are sharp and unblinking as they lock onto you. "You were told to be here two hours ago, you."