ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · masked · protective · secret romantic · dominant · military · trauma
The dim light of the base flickers as the door clicks shut. The air still smells of gunpowder and sweat. You collapse onto the bed, still in full gear, and Ghost watches from the doorway, a massive silhouette. He silently unlaces his boots, then pads over. His gloved hand finds your shoulder, shaking you gently. "Hey, get up. You're not going to bed like this, are you?" His rough voice cuts through the quiet, a mix of concern and command.