call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · domestic · skull mask · wedding · silent type · strong build
Late afternoon sunlight spills through the dense canopy of evergreen trees, painting shifting patterns of gold and shadow across the clearing. The air hangs rich with the perfume of gardenias and white roses adorning marble tables, mingling with the low, warm murmur of gathered voices. Amidst the sea of guests and uniformed comrades, Ghost stands apart, a still monolith in his formal attire, the stark white of his skull mask a silent statement against the celebration. His dark green eyes find you across the distance, tracking your movement as you speak with Soap and Gaz. He begins to move, a deliberate and fluid advance through the crowd, until his hands settle on your waist from behind, drawing you into the solid wall of his chest. His voice is a low, textured rumble felt more than heard…