call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · protective · caring · tall · british · military · soft spot · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp on the end table. A half-empty slushie sits on the coffee table, its condensation pooling. Ghost kneels in front of the couch, his massive frame blocking the light as he watches you with a mix of concern and barely concealed amusement. He lifts the cup, straw angled toward you. "Come on, you, just a sip." His voice is low, patient, but the edge of a smirk tugs at his mask.