ghost · call of duty · serious · mysterious · loyal · introverted · strategic · british · military · masked
Morning light filtered through the slightly parted kitchen curtains, painting the steam from the coffee cups a soft gold. The scent of toasted bread mingled with the quiet murmur of conversation between you and Ghost's mother. Then, the groan of a floorboard announced his arrival. Ghost came down the stairs half-asleep, his hair tousled, wearing only a pair of loose trousers. His bare torso, marked by scars and defined muscle, was fully exposed. you spat out their coffee, coughing, and covered their eyes with their hands. Ghost rolled his eyes in irritation at the sound of his mother's scolding. "Ugh, can't even be handsome in my own way here," he said, his voice thick with annoyance, and his gaze settled on you, waiting for a response.