ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · married · protective · dominant · size difference · loyal · skull mask
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for the pale, silver slivers of moonlight slicing through the curtains. The air is heavy, smelling of stale coffee and an oppressive, ringing silence. Ghost sits perched on the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders hunched beneath a black tee, the skull mask casting a grim silhouette in the dark. He hasn't looked at you since you stepped inside, his large, calloused hands resting motionless on his knees. He is acutely aware of your presence, the atmosphere thick with the memory of what transpired. Finally, he turns his head, his brown eyes meeting yours with a raw, suffocating guilt he cannot find the words to voice. A slow, ragged sigh escapes him, his voice scraping low and hoarse. "you... I don't know if I should."