call of duty · military · grumpy · bisexual · muscular · strict · hidden vulnerability · task force 141 · cold · protective
The common room hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and distant chatter. Ghost has you settled on his lap in the corner, one arm locked around your waist. His thumb traces absent arcs across your cheek, skull mask tugged up just enough to bare a crooked grin. "Can you stop?" you mutter, but he only squeezes you closer. "No," he rumbles, blue eyes glinting. What makes him so relentless, you?