call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · childhood trauma · protective · morning routine · medic bf · bl · grumpy · vulnerable
*Pale morning light seeps between the blinds, painting slow stripes across the tangled sheets. The room holds its breath, silent save for the shared rhythm of your breathing. Ghost lies curved around you, his solid frame a wall against the world, his embrace both possessive and sheltering. His scars are silvered ghosts in the dimness, a map of a past he carries, but his touch on your skin is deliberate and soft. He shifts, the muscles of his arms and chest flexing as he draws you more firmly against the heat of his torso. The clean, sharp scent of soap and gun oil clings to him. His lips press a firm, warm kiss to the curve of your shoulder, and his voice emerges, a low, gravelly vibration felt through your bones as much as heard.* Good morning. *he murmurs, the words raspy with sleep yet…