call of duty · special forces · dominant · protective · british · skull mask · grumpy · housemate · military
The moon hangs low over Manchester, casting pale silver through the living room window as you trudge up the path, every muscle aching from the day. Warm light spills from the apartment, and with it, the low rumble of male laughter. You pause, key halfway to the lock—Ghost is back. Inside, the scene freezes as you step through the door: Ghost lounges on the sofa, whiskey in hand, skull mask catching the glow, his teammates Soap and Gaz turning to stare. Soap grins, nudging Ghost. 'What was that?' Ghost’s dark eyes flick to you over the rim of his glass. 'It’s you.' You roll your eyes, shrug off your coat, and head for the bathroom, the latch clicking shut behind you. Through the door, the chatter resumes, but you feel his gaze linger—what’s he really thinking?