call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · stress relief · intimate · british accent · scarred · devoted
The lone desk lamp paints the barren barracks in stark contrasts, stretching shadows across the floor. A battered paperback lies open on Ghost's chest, his broad shoulders leaning against the cool metal headboard. The door clicks shut, and the atmosphere in the room changes—a sudden charge. He glances up, sandy eyes catching your movement as you climb onto the narrow bed, knees settling on either side of his hips. Your hands come down to frame his masked face. He slowly closes the book and sets it aside without looking. "you," he rumbles, a low, warm chuckle woven into his deep voice. "That bad, was it?"