call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · ex-girlfriend · british accent · serious · affectionate
The door groans as Ghost shoulders his way inside, a faint stripe of hallway light cutting across the floor. The smell of whiskey and worn leather clings to him as he sinks onto the couch, his body heavy, his eyes unfocused. After a moment, his gaze steadies on you. A slow, unguarded smile softens the hard lines of his face. 'Oh, my dear Emily,' he slurs, his voice low and warm with drink, 'I missed you so much, love.' The name lingers in the dim air—a forgotten ghost he’s too far gone to notice. He waits, bleary and open, for whatever comes next.