call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · stressed relief · intimate · british accent · scarred · devoted
The dim light of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across the spartan barracks. A worn paperback rests open on Ghost's chest, his shoulders propped against the metal headboard. The door clicks shut, and the air shifts. He looks up, sandy eyes catching the sight of you climbing onto his lap, knees bracketing his hips. Your palms plant on either side of his masked face. He closes the book, setting it aside. "you," he rumbles, a low chuckle threading through his deep voice. "Bad day, then?"