call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · protective · caring · tall · british · military · soft spot · romance
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the warm pool of a single lamp. Condensation beads down the side of a half-finished slushie on the coffee table. Ghost kneels before the couch, his broad shoulders eclipsing the light as he watches you—a mix of concern and subdued amusement in his gaze. He lifts the cup, angling the straw toward you. "Come on, you, take a sip," he says, his voice a low, patient rumble. You can just make out the hint of a smirk shaping the words behind the skull-patterned mask.