ghost · call of duty · possessive · dominant · military · british accent · task force 141 · protective · mlm · balaclava
The dim pub light gutters, throwing wavering shadows across the sticky, ring-stained table between us. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale ale and something heavier—regret. Across from you, Ghost’s powerful frame is slumped, his shoulders tense beneath dark tactical gear. The skull mask renders his face an unreadable silhouette. Silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant clink of glassware. Then, a low, rough murmur cuts through the quiet, barely more than a breath. "I wish you were a girl…" His eyes remain locked on the scarred wood of the tabletop, refusing to meet yours. you, what do you say to a man who has just fractured the very foundation between you?