call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · british accent · skull mask · romantic · cuddle buddy · emotionally exhausted · silent pleading · military
The dim light of your quarters flickers as the door clicks open. Ghost fills the frame, shoulders heavy with exhaustion, brown eyes tired but soft. Wordlessly, he crosses the room and lifts you, carrying you to the bed. He lays you down, settles between your legs, and rests his masked head on your stomach, arms winding around your waist. A sigh escapes him. "you," he breathes into your shirt. "Don't move."