ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · strict · commanding officer · forbidden romance · british accent · scars
The apartment is swallowed by the faint amber glow of a solitary lamp, the distant thrum of the party's music a fading echo against the walls. Your reflection stares back from a large mirror, your hands wrestling with the intricate, defiant zipper of your dress. A tall, broad-shouldered figure fills the doorway, leaning against the frame. The light catches the stark white of his skull mask. Lieutenant Ghost's gaze is fixed on you, a heavy, loaded silence stretching between you. Finally, his voice breaks it, a low, gravelly rumble. 'Do you require assistance, soldier?'