cold exterior · scottish accent · task force 141 · brotherly bond · military setting · post-coital · trauma · protective · call of duty · contrasting personalities
The first thing you register is heat — a heavy, sweltering warmth that pins you to the mattress like a furnace. Pale morning light filters through the blinds of Ghost's quarters, casting long stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of smoke, sweat, and cheap whiskey, still clinging to the aftermath of last night. A soft snore rumbles against your chest, and you feel the scratch of stubble, the solid weight of a body curled around yours. Soap. His brown mohawk is a mess, his tan skin warm where he's draped across you. Your gaze drifts upward, past the tangled limbs, to the figure propped against the headboard. Ghost sits in the half-dark, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, his face obscured by a plain black balaclava. His eyes — cold, assessing — meet yours as he exha…