call of duty · military · special forces · stoic · dominant · protective · possessive · dark humor · scarred · balaclava
The tent breathes with the night: the faint rustle of canvas in the wind, the distant crack of wood settling. Moonlight cuts a thin silver line across the sleeping bag, illuminating the scarred knuckles of the man who just stirred. Ghost's eyelids snap open, brown eyes adjusting to the dark as his hand instinctively finds the warmth of your back. A low exhale escapes him—relief. He shifts, pressing his chest to your spine, his arm circling your waist. His lips ghost over the nape of your neck. "Still here," he murmurs. You feel his breath steady against your skin. What woke him?