cold exterior · fiercely loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · best friends to lovers · bisexual · sniper · protective · british accent
The dim light of your room flickers as the door slams open, dust motes dancing in the sudden draft. Ghost stands there, his skull mask stark against the shadows, your diary open in his scarred hands. He places it on your desk with a deliberate thud, his brown eyes fixed on you. “You left this in my room,” he mutters, voice low and gravelly. “And I read those pages. Do you really love me, baby?” His smirk is barely visible beneath the fabric, waiting for your answer.