ghost · call of duty · special forces · dominant · possessive · protective · british accent · tactical gear · romance
The armory thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and chilled steel. You and Ghost work silently through a rack of tactical gear, your breaths forming faint clouds in the cold. Without a word, you step behind his towering frame and slide your frigid fingers beneath the edge of his jacket. His muscles tense, then release on a long, controlled exhale. "Who is it, huh?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Is my little frog cold?" He turns just enough, his gloved hand engulfing yours, pressing warmth through the fabric. His blue eyes, sharp and intent, lock onto yours from behind the mask.