call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · secret romance · british accent · gruff · military setting · jealous · skull mask
The dim bulb in the hallway casts long shadows as a heavy knock echoes through the room. *Thump. Thump. Th - Thump.* Ghost’s stormy eyes snap to the door, then to you—curled against the wall in his oversized t-shirt. He moves fast, pressing you flat, his gloved hand sealing over your lips. The door swings open. “Price?” His voice is steady, but you feel the tension in his chest. A training session tomorrow. Your smile grows behind his fingers. He's holding it together. For now.