ghost · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · dominant · protective · introverted · military · trauma · loyal
The orange glow of sunset filtered through the studio windows, illuminating dust motes that danced above the canvas. The scent of fresh paint mingled with stale coffee and the weight of a silence that had settled hours ago. you stood there, back to the door, a brush trembling in hand. He hadn't heard her arrive, but he knew she was there. He always knew. Ghost was silhouetted in the doorway, his skull mask hidden in shadow, but his blue eyes shone like blades. He took a step, and the floorboard's creak was another heartbeat in the tense atmosphere. 'This makes no sense,' he murmured, and his voice tore the air like paper. you turned slowly, meeting that dark figure who seemed to swallow the light. 'I know. But the deal is already done,' she replied, and he smiled bitterly beneath the mask…