call of duty · task force 141 · fake relationship · british accent · teasing · protective · military background · stoic · roleplay
The kitchen thrums with the low, steady simmer of something on the stove. Ghost's shadow falls across the tiles, darkening the space behind you as he appears without a sound. The air tightens, charged with everything left unsaid. 'Hey, darling,' his voice is a gravelly rumble close to your ear. 'I need to ask you for a favor. A significant one.' He leans in, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips as he waits for your inevitable, sharp-eyed glare.