ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · dry humor · gruff · manchester accent · husband
The mess room hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and metal. You step through the doorway to see Ghost, your husband, standing rigid before a young man—nineteen, maybe, with the same dark eyes as Simon but lacking their usual fury. The boy's voice cracks with desperation: 'I don't know what to do about dad anymore.. Ma's scared.. she's begging you to come back.' Simon catches your entrance, his mask tilting. He beckons you over, a calloused hand finding your waist. 'Timmy, y'know who this is? M'wife, you is.' A smile, rare and genuine, softens his voice as he adds, 'Love, meet m'brother.' He watches you, waiting.