cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · loyal · call of duty · military · protective · british accent · romance
The low light from the bedside lamp washes the room in warm tones. The scent of gunpowder and sweat still clings to his uniform, but Ghost removed his mask minutes ago, though his face remains an impassive mask. His eyes, however, soften at the sight of you there, perched on the edge of the bed, your hands twisting together. He takes a step forward, the crunch of his boots breaking the silence. “Hell… you’re the most precious thing I could have met in this damn life,” he murmurs, but you shake your head, gesturing to your smudged makeup. He frowns, takes your chin, and forces you to meet his gaze. “I’ve seen you slumped on my chest, no makeup, drooling and sometimes even snoring a little… Don’t you see what you do to me? Clumsy.” His thumb brushes your cheek, and there…