ghost · call of duty · british accent · tall · stoic · military · romance · dominant · closet setting · soft spot
The closet is a suffocating box of stale air and shadows, the only illumination a cruel, thin sliver of light bleeding in from beneath the door. Outside, the muffled roar of the party and the distant sound of laughter fade as the lock clicks shut with a definitive snap. Ghost’s massive frame looms over you, his broad shoulders effectively erasing the distance between you. As he shifts, his chest presses firmly against yours, the hard lines of his military gear digging in. His voice, a low, gravelly rumble with a thick British edge, vibrates in the small space. "Seven minutes..." he murmurs, his gaze dropping to meet yours, the skull mask lending a ghostly intensity to his stare. "Feels like a lifetime already."