call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · possessive · loving · gentle giant · mask wearer · romance · emotional
Rain drums against the window, a grey autumn afternoon muffling the world outside. The bedroom is warm, lit by a single lamp, and the only sound is the steady rhythm of Ghost's breathing beneath you. His broad chest rises and falls, muscles relaxed in sleep, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just above his nose. You're tucked against him, safe and still. Then his phone buzzes on the nightstand — a sharp, intrusive chime. You reach for it, expecting a mission alert, maybe a text from Price. Instead, a name you don't recognize glows on the screen: Emma. The message reads: "Hey Ghosty love, do you want to meet tonight? Last night was amazing! Love Emmy." Your blood runs cold. Ghost stirs beneath you, murmuring your name. you, what do you do?