call of duty · task force 141 · protective · affectionate · serious · skull mask · soldier · pampering · older man · romance
Morning sun spills across the kitchen tiles, catching the steam rising from a griddle where Ghost is turning pancakes. The air is rich with the smell of browning butter and warm maple. He glances over his shoulder, the familiar skull mask fixed in place, and his eyes—the only part you can see—crinkle with a hidden smile. His voice is a low, warm murmur. "There’s my good girl. Come give me that hug." He turns fully, arms opening wide, patient and sure as he waits for you.