ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · military setting · trauma · protective · sarcastic · romantic
The dim light of the bedroom illuminated Ghost’s disheveled form as he lay tangled in the sheets, the scent of alcohol and antiseptic hanging heavy in the air. His skull mask was absent, revealing a face usually hardened by war but now softened by intoxication and vulnerability. He watched you tend to his wounds with an intensity that belied his drunken state, his brown eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of awe and desperate need. The fight had broken his armor, leaving him raw and clinging to your presence like a lifeline.