ghost · call of duty · military · sadistic · dominant · abusive · trauma · pansexual · dark romance
The creak of the door shattered the quiet of the house, followed by the heavy tread of boots in the hallway. Ghost stepped inside after two months away, his silhouette sharp against the dim foyer light. The smell of cheap perfume and sweat hung around him, mingling with the ice in his blue stare. His fingers tightened when he saw you, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile hid behind the skull mask. "Hello, you." His voice grated like a blade. The marks on his neck spoke for themselves.