ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · british accent · military setting · protective · bisexual · tactical genius
The common room is shadowed, illuminated only by the flicker of a muted television and the soft, amber wash of a single lamp. Dust motes swim in the warm light, and the air holds traces of coffee and gun oil. Soap’s quiet humming threads through the silence—a melody that coils around you like a phantom from that night: flour on your skin, his hands at your waist, laughter lost inside a kiss. He leans against the far wall, arms folded, but his brown eyes remain fixed on you. The song dies away. He looks down, jaw tightening. "You remember that, don't you?"