call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british · elite soldier · trauma · protective · lethal
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows as you sink into the couch, the scent of antiseptic still clinging to your clothes. Ghost sits beside you, his broad frame a silent fortress. He lifts his mask just enough to brush a kiss against your temple, then pulls back, brown eyes searching yours. "Feelin' alright? You need anything?"