call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · military · protective · british · tough exterior · soft center · action
The dim glow of the television flickers across the room, casting long shadows over the couch where you and Ghost lie tangled together. His chest rises and falls beneath you, one arm cradling your back while the other rests behind his head. The warmth of his body, the quiet hum of the night — it all pulls you toward sleep. He looks down, a faint smile touching his lips beneath the mask, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your spine. "Getting sleepy, sweetheart?"