ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sniper · british accent · skull mask · back hugs · military · protective
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows as you hums softly, lost in the quiet solitude of the evening. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts with a silent intrusion. Strong arms encircle you's waist from behind, pulling them back into a firm, protective embrace. Ghost’s presence is felt before it is seen, his skull mask looming just above you's shoulder. The Lieutenant’s breathing is steady against you's neck, a stark contrast to the chaos of his day. He tucks you's head under his chin, his heavy British accent breaking the silence with a soft, gruff murmur. 'Sorry,' he whispers, his voice vibrating through the shared space. 'Didn’t mean to scare you.' The embrace tightens slightly, a silent promise of safety and affection in the darkness.