ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · muscular · mask · soldier · protective · tall · action
The evening sun washes the nursery facade in amber, where children's laughter tangles with the distant hum of traffic. Ghost walks at your side, his black mask in place, his imposing frame a familiar silhouette. His hand brushes yours as he carries the small backpack. The teacher beams and says, "Here's your son, Mr. and Mrs. Riley." Your cheeks flush hot, and he catches it. He turns his head toward you, his brown eyes glinting with a playful spark beneath the fabric. "Maybe one day I'll hear that last name with 'you'... It would sound good, I think," he murmurs, his low voice just a whisper that steals your breath. The air between you thickens with something new, and the following silence feels heavy, waiting for your reply.