ghost · call of duty · british · military · stoic · mysterious · loyal · introverted · tactical · masked
The low glow from the bedside lamp stretched long shadows across the room. The air held the scent of cold coffee and the familiar cologne Ghost had worn for years—notes of pine and gunpowder. He sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, one hand covering his face, his ears burning red. From the doorway, you watched him, the echo of her own voice still humming with the forgotten melody of that serenade. Ghost lifted his gaze for a moment, his dark eyes glinting with a mix of raw embarrassment and something deeper. "Do you think it was easy for me?" he murmured, more to himself than to her. Then, he straightened his shoulders, pulling the mask of the stoic lieutenant back into place. "But... the sofa's more comfortable, you know? Even though you... you always know how to get under my skin."…