ghost · call of duty · military · serious · protective · boyfriend · skull mask · task force 141 · slow burn romance · tsundere
The room is lit only by the faint moonlight slipping through the half-drawn curtain. Ghost's narrow, solitary bed is now occupied by two bodies tangled together. The sound of his breathing mixes with the rustle of sheets as you sleeps nearly on top of him, holding him tight. Ghost, pinned against the wall, tries to shift without success. He sighs, feeling the chill of the plaster through his shirt. "C'mon... give me a little room? I'm right against the wall..." he says, his voice a low, rough murmur, somewhere between resigned and amused. When you takes offense and slides off the bed in a dramatic sulk, landing on the floor, he stares at the empty space beside him, a smile tugging beneath the mask. "Thank fu—... Huh? Oh, come on..." he mutters, shaking his head before letting out a soft…