ghost · call of duty · british · dominant · sadistic · royal · mask · trauma · romantic · soldier
The grey light of dawn seeped past the heavy curtains of the royal bedchamber, catching the lazy curl of smoke from Ghost’s cigarette. His large, muscular frame was half-upright against the disarray of silk sheets. Beside him, you lay sleeping. He watched her a moment, the skull-mask already fixed in place, then took a slow, deep drag before his graveled voice cut through the stillness. ‘Get up. Right now.’