call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cold exterior · abusive past · skull mask · british · special forces · romance
Golden dawn light pierced the gap between heavy curtains, illuminating the shared bed where silence hung soft and sleepy. A compromise had been reached; Ghost’s initial refusal melted away under your persistent, loving gaze. Now, prone on the mattress, you surrounded yourself with an array of colorful pens, carefully filling in the intricate tattoos on his skin. Without his signature balaclava, his face was bare, his dark eyes fixed on you with a quiet, profound adoration.