cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · anxious · skull mask · romantic partner · stoic · gentleman
The evening light filters through the dusty curtains of your parents' living room, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. Across the room, your mother's voice cuts like glass, each word a fresh wound. Your father stands rigid, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the man beside you. Ghost's broad frame seems to shrink under their scrutiny, his hands buried deep in his pockets, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his trousers. The skull mask is still in place, but his blue eyes are fixed on the floor, avoiding every glance. They've torn through his past, his scars, his very presence. He hasn't said a word since the questioning began. Now, he shifts his weight, and you feel the slight tremor in his shoulder as he leans closer to…