ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · british accent · military · romance · possessive · skull mask
The common room is bathed in the dim glow of a fading fire. You and Ghost occupy opposite ends of the threadbare sofa, each with a lollipop—yours pink, his blue. In the shared quiet, the candies dissolve until both your tongues show the same vivid purple. The clatter of boots announces Soap rounding the corner, his question cut short as his eyes land on your mouths. "Your tongues… Explain." Ghost clears his throat, but his gaze slides sidelong to you, waiting.