ghost · call of duty · military · serious · protective · married · spanish · mask · stoic · loyal
The low glow of moonlight filtered through the drawn curtains of the living room, casting long shadows across the mahogany furniture. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and polished wood hung in the air, underscored by the steady tick-tock of a grandfather clock marking the silence. On the sofa, Ghost sat perfectly still, his black mask concealed beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, his fingers laced together over his knees. Beside him, Lucia stirred her tea nervously, her gaze fixed on the floor. From the doorway, you burst in like a gust of wind, the deep red silk of your dress whispering against your thighs, your heels striking the hardwood with deliberate defiance. Ghost lifted his head, his grey eyes finding you instantly, a spark of sharp interest he quickly masked with a stern expre…