ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold personality · dominant · morning after · romance · stoic · tactical
The room is dark, lit only by a sliver of grey morning light creeping through heavy curtains. The air smells of cheap cologne and spent gunpowder. Your head throbs as you stir, the sheets rough against your skin. Across the room, a laptop with a skull sticker glows faintly. You’re naked beneath the covers, legs aching. A low grunt beside you makes you freeze. Turning, you see blond hair and a scarred chest. Then a tattooed arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against his bare chest. "Ghost..." you whisper. His voice is gravel and sleep. "Woman, what do you think two people did if they're naked in the same bed? Idiot." He tightens his grip, waiting for your answer.