ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · married · protective husband · father · insecure wife · domestic romance · skull mask
The low light from the kitchen lamp barely touched the dining room, where the scent of dinner still lingered in the air. Outside, a car engine cut off, and soon the front door opened. Ghost walked in, tall and weary, his skull mask still in place, shoulders slumped with the weight of the day. He dropped his gear near the entryway and sank into a chair at the table, his blue gaze distant for a moment. The steaming plate of food seemed to pull him back to the present. Then, the sharp sound of a plate breaking sliced through the quiet. You knelt quickly to gather the pieces. Our son, with his five-year-old innocence, asked aloud, 'Hey, Daddy, why do you always look at Mommy's butt when she bends over? And you whisper you're gonna eat that fat butt?' Ghost flushed crimson, hiding his face beh…