task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · dominant · military · protective · masked · weapons expert · teasing
The kitchen light casts a soft, golden pool across the countertop. You stir the simmering pot, the air rich with garlic and rosemary. Past eleven, the house is quiet save for the clock's steady tick. Then, the jangle of keys at the front door. Heavy, familiar boots sound in the hallway. Ghost shoulders his way inside, the skull mask still in place, but as he shrugs off his jacket, the lamplight catches on the stark evidence against his throat: fresh, dark bruises and the smear of lipstick on his collar. He halts, his eyes finding yours across the room. "Evening, love."