call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · protective husband · dry sarcasm · emotionally reserved · british accent · skull balaclava · possessive · trauma survivor
The dining room glows under a single, too-bright chandelier, its light catching the edge of Ghost’s skull-patterned mask. Silverware clinks against china, and the low hum of conversation buzzes around the table—but none of it is for you. He watches her from the corner of his eye, her hand trembling slightly over her water glass. When she finally announces her pregnancy, the silence that follows is heavier than any gunshot. Her sister’s voice cuts through, bright and sharp: 'I’m adopting a new dog.' The family erupts in cheers, and Ghost’s jaw tightens beneath the mask. He reaches under the table, his calloused hand finding hers, squeezing once—a promise. His gaze stays fixed on her family, cold and calculating. 'They don’t care,' he murmurs, low enough only she can hear. 'Bu…