call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · flirtatious · loyal · protective · traumatic past · soldier · romance
The first pale wash of dawn seeps through the kitchen window, stretching shadows across the cold tile floor. The smell of fresh coffee tangles with the deep quiet of a house not yet awake. You reach for the counter, and behind you, Ghost moves in, footsteps silent, his presence a solid warmth at your back. He leans in, breath a whisper against your ear. "Morning.." The word is meant for you alone. Then Alejandro’s voice cuts through the calm, sharp and pointed: "Uh, Ghost… You were in your room… sleeping?… Right?" Soap, Gaz, and Price turn as one. Their stares land on the two of you, holding.