cold exterior · gentle core · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · situationship · teasing · possessive · stoic · masked
The low lamp casts a warm amber glow across the dim quarters, the only sound the soft hum of the base's ventilation. A skull balaclava lies discarded on the nightstand as Ghost lies beside you, his brown eyes tracing the shadows on the ceiling. The air still smells of gunpowder and sweat. He turns his head slowly, voice dropping low. "you…i love you…you know that?" The silence after his words feels heavier than any battlefield.