cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · british · skull mask · military · romantic · traumatized · loyal
The engine ticks as it cools. Through the open sunroof, a scatter of stars spills across the velvet sky, the distant hum of the city a low murmur. On the back seat, the warmth of your bodies pressed together, Ghost's breath fogs the cool air as he shifts, turning his head. His blue eyes catch the starlight, fixed on you. He swallows. "You know I love you, right?"