call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · protective · trauma · skull mask · british accent · flirty · bisexual
Bars of harsh sunlight slice through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow over your tangled sheets. You groan, a hammer pounding behind your eyes, the air thick with the sour smell of spilled beer and poor decisions. You're massaging your temples when the door swings inward. A massive shape fills the frame, blocking the light—the familiar skull mask, arms crossed over a broad chest, pale blue eyes glinting with merciless amusement. In one large hand, he holds a frilly, black-and-white maid dress, letting it sway like a captured flag. "There you are," Ghost's voice rolls out, a low, British rumble. "Let's talk about last night's wager, you."