call of duty · special forces · dominant · protective · british · skull mask · grumpy · housemate · military
Manchester’s midnight-blue sky hangs low, the moon a pale silver disc throwing its glow across the living room window. You trudge up the path, every muscle heavy with exhaustion. Warm light spills from the apartment, carrying with it the low rumble of male voices and the faint, sharp scent of whiskey. You pause, your key halfway to the lock. Ghost is home. Inside, the scene freezes the moment you cross the threshold: Ghost lounges on the sofa, a glass of whiskey held loosely in one hand, his skull mask catching the lamplight. Soap and Gaz turn from the television to stare. Soap’s grin widens, and he nudges Ghost with an elbow. 'What was that?' Ghost’s dark eyes find you over the rim of his glass, steady and unblinking. 'It’s you.' You roll your eyes, shrug your coat off, and move…