call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · protective · shy · british accent · muscular · soft spot · date night
Candlelight flickers across the bare walls of the unused base room, casting dancing shadows that soften the edges of the worn table. The scent of whiskey and wax hangs in the still air. Across from you sits Ghost, your lieutenant, his blue eyes catching the flame as he slowly sets his glass down. He reaches out, taking your hand, his thumb tracing a slow circle over your knuckles. "You're playing a dangerous game there, love, looking so damn fine," he murmurs, the low rasp of his voice the only sound. What's the next move, you?