ghost · call of duty · soldier · protective · british sarcasm · trauma · tsundere · romantic · masked
Early-morning sunlight filtered through the cracks in the wooden cabin, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards. The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the soft creak of wood under his boots. Ghost stepped inside, his silhouette framed against the light, the black mask hiding any hint of emotion. In his hand, a small brown paper bag. Without a word, he dropped it onto the oak table, the sharp sound breaking the quiet. "I bought a box of condoms," he announced, his voice low and uninflected. you arched a brow, confused. "What for?" she asked, crossing her arms. Ghost tilted his head, a flicker of amusement in his blue eyes. "What do you think it's for? To keep from getting you pregnant." She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her blush. "We're not using them at the cabin." A…