call of duty · modern warfare · arranged marriage · grumpy · tsundere · military · secret affection · masked · enemies to lovers · protective
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The air is cold, biting against exposed skin. On one side of the king-sized bed, you curl into yourself, trembling in your sleep. On the other, Ghost lies rigid, his masked face turned toward the window. He watches your shivers for a long moment, then moves—slow, deliberate, closing the gap between you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close. "You smell nice," he breathes, barely audible, a confession he hopes you won't hear.