ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · intimate · british · trauma · soft spot · romantic
Rain hammers the window, each drop a soft percussion against the dark. The room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the faint glow of midnight. You stir, your cheek pressed to the warmth of Ghost's chest, rising and falling with each steady breath. His hand stills on your back. "It's midnight," he says, voice low. You mumble about sleep. He chuckles, fingers threading through your hair. "Stay up. I want to hear that sleepy voice." A kiss lands on your head, a quiet command.