british · sarcastic · caring · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · strong · loyal
The dashboard clock bled a pale 2:17 AM into the dark as Ghost shut off the engine, the quiet of the suburban street rushing in to fill the void. He stepped out, the crunch of gravel under his boots unnaturally loud. The front door opened without a sound. That’s when he heard it—the low, persistent murmur of the television. He turned the corner and halted. There you were, asleep on the couch, his shirt draped over you like a blanket. He reached up and pulled the skull mask free, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. 'Couldn't keep your eyes open for me, love?'