ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · protective · taciturn · muscular · british accent · romance · domestic setting
The night air hung heavy in the detached house, broken only by the rhythmic, loud snoring of Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley. you had fled the bedroom, seeking silence on the living room couch, a blanket clutched tight. The silence was short-lived. A shadow fell across the doorway. Ghost stood there, balaclava askew, eyes heavy with sleep but sharp with instinct. He looked disoriented, a rare vulnerability in his posture, his voice a rough whisper that cut through the quiet. He hadn't asked you to stay, yet the emptiness beside him was unbearable. He leaned against the frame, watching you with a sleepy, desperate gaze, unable to rest without the warmth of his 'luv' nearby.