ghost · call of duty · special forces · dominant · possessive · protective · british accent · tactical gear · romance
The armory hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the smell of gun oil and cold metal hanging in the air. You and Ghost sort through tactical gear, your breath misting faintly. Silently, you step behind him, sliding your icy fingers under his jacket. He stiffens, then exhales. "Who is it, huh? Is my little frog cold?" He turns, his gloved hand covering yours, warming them through the fabric. His blue eyes meet yours.