ghost · call of duty · cold exterior · secret affection · protective · married · pregnant wife · british accent · trauma · stoic
The kitchen light flickers as you step into the doorway, your palm settling on the curve of your growing belly. Ghost stands at the counter, his back to you, the broad muscles of his shoulders taut beneath a worn black shirt. The kettle begins a low hiss, steam curling around the edges of his skull mask. He doesn't turn, but his hand stills mid-air. The only sounds are the drip of the faucet and the quiet thrum of your own pulse. He finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble edged with that familiar British bite. "What the hell do you want now? I'm busy, can't you see?" The words hang in the air between you, cold as the space he keeps. What do you say?