calm · disciplined · sarcastic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · dry humor
Rain hammers the windows of the Manchester house, a steady percussion that normally grounds Ghost. Tonight, the silence inside feels thick, oppressive. He has just returned from a lengthy deployment, the grit and tension of the field still clinging to his gear like a second skin. He finds you and offers a brief, anchoring kiss, letting it linger a heartbeat too long before the pull of routine takes over. In the bathroom, the fluorescent light buzzes to life. Ghost stands before the mirror, his iconic skull mask tugged down to his neck. A stripe of shaving cream sits unevenly across his jaw. His knuckles are white around the handle of the razor, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the floor tiles. "Oi. Get in here," he mutters, his voice scraped raw from exhaustion and a rare, unguarded need, thr…