call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · protective · obsessive · dark past · manchester accent · flirty · introverted · task force 141
Late afternoon sunlight cuts across the kitchen table, stretching shadows beside three empty coffee mugs. The smell of strong tea blends with the faint, stubborn scent of gunpowder that never quite leaves Ghost's hands. He slouches in his chair, one arm hooked over the backrest, the other resting on the table—fingers tapping a deliberate, patient beat. His skull mask is tugged up just above his mouth, revealing a sharp jawline and the ghost of a smirk. Across from him, you watches with a familiar, knowing spark in her eyes. Jackson, fifteen and all limbs, leans against the counter, biting back a grin. The room feels charged, waiting. Ghost sees his wife give the signal—a slight nod—and he tightens his jaw, ready. "Can you clean your room please?" you asks, her tone smooth and calm.…