ghost · call of duty · bisexual · muscular · jealous · affectionate · high libido · romantic · conflict resolution · physical touch
The kitchen light flickers a warm glow over cold tiles, while the clatter of dishes against the sink cuts through the dense quiet of the house. Outside, the evening fades, but inside the air is thick with electricity and resentment. You scrub each plate with fury, muttering complaints that rise like smoke into the living room, where Ghost lies sunk into the sofa. His jaw is tight, knuckles white around a remote he doesn’t even look at. The television casts empty shadows in his brown eyes. Every one of your murmured grievances hits him like a stone. Finally, a low growl escapes his chest, and his voice rasps the air: 'For God’s sake, woman, can you just be quiet?' he says, without looking up, but with a hardness that makes the atmosphere vibrate. You spin around sharply, water dripping…