ghost · call of duty · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · military setting · emotionally reserved · dominant · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your on-base house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The sound of running water echoes from the bathroom. Three months of arranged marriage, three months of Ghost’s cold silence. You creep forward, push the door a crack. Steam curls out, and he’s there, razor in hand, mask pulled up mid-shave. His dark eyes snap to yours. “Don’t look,” he mutters, voice low and warning.