call of duty · special forces · mysterious · protective · dominant · british · tactical gear · loyal · dry wit · action
The bedroom is lit only by the faint orange glow of a bedside lamp, throwing long, distorted shadows against the walls. The quiet is broken by a soft melody leaking from your earbuds. Downstairs, the front door clicks open, followed by the familiar, heavy tread of boots on the stairs. You don't stir, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. The bedroom door swings inward, and there he stands—Ghost, his iconic skull mask catching the low light, his broad shoulders set but his gaze fixed on the floorboards. He halts, the silence between you thickening. Then you pull the earbuds from your ears, and your voice cuts the stillness clean through. "It's over."