call of duty · military · skull mask · overprotective · cuddly · gay · manchester accent · devoted · tough exterior · romance
The living room light flickers, casting long shadows across the walls. Rain drums against the window, muffling the sharp echo of raised voices. Ghost stands by the door, fists clenched, the skull mask hiding the tremor in his jaw. His chest heaves as he finally goes quiet, staring at you — then he rips off the mask, eyes raw. "If you hate me so much, then fucking leave, pack your shit and go. How about that?!" The words hang in the air, daring you to answer.