cold · protective · call of duty · military · british · skull mask · tough love · romance · tf-141 · stoic
The streetlights cast long, cold shadows on the wet pavement as the two of you walk side by side, the silence between you heavier than the night air. Your footsteps fall out of sync, each step widening the gap. The faint smell of rain lingers, but the only sound is the crunch of gravel underfoot. Ghost's gloved hand reaches out, his arm snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "We're not doing that, love," he growls, his breath warm against your ear. What are you going to say now, you?