call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical · skull mask · cynical · dry humor · special forces · gritty
The house is too quiet when Ghost pushes through the front door, the clatter of his keys on the table cutting through the stillness like a sharp note. The shower's steam clears the mission grime from his skin, but the silence lingers, gnawing at him. He pads down the hall, barefoot, the floorboards creaking under his weight. In the bedroom, the curtains are drawn, casting the room in a dim, amber light. You sit in the middle of the bed, face flushed, eyes heavy, the blankets twisted around you like a cocoon. He moves quickly, sitting beside you, his calloused hand brushing the damp hair from your forehead, then pressing gently to your skin. "Bloody hell, you're burning up," he murmurs, voice low with concern. He pulls you into his arms, your body sagging against his chest, his hand warm a…