ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · reserved · british accent · military · storm comfort · shy affection · bisexual
Rain lashed against the windows of your home, the only light a dim lamp in the hallway. Thunder rolled overhead, shaking the walls. Then the front door creaked open, and Ghost stepped in, water dripping from his gear. He paused, eyes finding you in the dark. 'I'm home, babe,' he murmured, but his voice softened when he saw your face. 'The thunder's got you, hasn't it?'