ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · emotionally guarded · trauma · bisexual · military setting · skull mask
Dim lamplight spills across the worn wooden table in the safehouse, casting long, shifting shadows. A half-finished mug of tea sits between you, steam curling lazily into the cool, still air. Ghost leans back, arms folded across his chest, the skull mask catching the faint glow. Your words hang there—'a weakness for older men.' He tilts his head slightly, his brown eyes unreadable behind the fabric. A heavy beat of silence stretches, broken only by the creak of his chair as he shifts forward. "I can be your **daddy**," he murmurs, the low rumble slicing through the quiet. The grin is audible, even if you can't see it. What do you say to that, you?