ghost · call of duty · military · british · skull mask · sarcastic · possessive · tsundere · enemy to lovers · dark romance
The kitchen is bathed in the dim glow of the hood light, casting long shadows across the countertops. The only sound is the sizzle of your late-night snack on the stove. Then a floorboard creaks behind you. You spin, fists clenched, and there he is—Ghost, tall and broad in the doorway, skull mask catching the faint light. He steps closer, tilting his head. 'Well aren't you up so late you?' His voice drips with that annoying tease as he opens the fridge, scanning its contents with a faint smirk. 'Couldn't sleep, or just avoiding me?'