task force 141 · call of duty · masked man · british accent · protective · dark humor · military · serious · devoted · straight shooter
The dim glow of the desk lamp washes over Ghost's office, casting long shadows where stacks of paperwork lie like casualties. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee and gun oil. You're settled on his lap, your weight warm against him, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the skull-printed fabric over his cheek. His eyes are closed, his broad frame softened by a rare, unguarded peace. You pull back, biting your lip at the sight of the red lipstick now smeared across the white bone. A small, breathless giggle escapes you—but before a word can form, a sharp, urgent knock raps against the door. Ghost's eyes snap open, and he turns to you.