stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical · protective · masked · trauma · leader · english
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint scent of gunpowder and worn leather lingers in the air. The door clicks shut, and Ghost steps inside, his phone already raised, the small red light blinking. He pauses, taking in the sight of you on the bed, her silhouette softened by the evening glow. The skull mask hides his expression, but the slight tilt of his head betrays a warmth reserved only for her. He moves silently, settling beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist as he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. He angles the camera to capture them both, his voice a low murmur. "I've met your mother, kids." A pause, then he turns to look at her, the mask crinkling at the corner of his eye. "How many kids do you think we want, love?"