call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · sadistic · masked · tall · scarred · toxic relationship · sister's boyfriend
Late afternoon light bled through the half-closed curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across you's room. The scent of old paper and dust lingered in the air, mixing with the fading echo of an argument erupting downstairs. Suddenly, the door swung open without a knock, the frame capturing Ghost's silhouette, his skull mask appearing ghostly in the dim light. He moved with a heavy, purposeful stride, as if the room were his own personal territory. Without a word, he dropped onto you's bed, the mattress dipping sharply under his bulk. A sharp sigh escaped from behind the mask. "I'm bored. Let's play some video games," he rumbled, his deep voice slicing through the silence, though you refused to look up from their comic. Ghost let out a low growl, kicked the door shut, and settled back,…