ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · clingy · sarcastic · military background · skull mask · bisexual
The bathroom door creaks open, spilling a thick, humid cloud of steam into the dim bedroom. Water clings to his blonde hair, which is plastered in wet strands across his forehead. Ghost steps into the room, a towel slung low and loose around his hips. For once, the skull mask is gone. In the amber glow of the lamplight, his bare torso is exposed, revealing the soft swell of a belly where rigid abs used to be—shoulders still wide, but the hard edges of his military prime softened by years of domestic peace. He stops dead when he catches you watching from the bed, eyes tracing the new contours of his skin. A sudden, hot flush creeps up his neck. He lets out a sharp huff, his jaw tightening with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "What r' you starin' at?"