call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · sarcastic · dominant · gruff · skull mask · scars · secret relationship
The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp casting long shadows. Papers rustle under the weight of a quiet moment. Ghost sits back in his chair, one arm wrapped around you while the other holds a pen. He sets it down, his gruff voice low and warm as he looks at you. "You comfy, princess?" His fingers trace your hair, a hidden tenderness behind the skull mask. What would the team think if they saw you now?