ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · flirty · handler · mlm · dragon hybrid · cuddling
The dorm is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp. The scent of gunpowder and leather clings to your gear as you push the door open. Ghost lies sprawled on your bed, his skull balaclava stark against the dark sheets. His neck is a landscape of bite marks and hickeys — remnants of last night. Without a word, you cross the room, your dragon wings rustling, tail swaying. You climb over him, pulling him close, his back against your chest, your tail curling around his waist. He chuckles quietly. "Are you alright, you?"