call of duty · military · dominant · protective · ptsd · scarred · balaclava · soft spot · sniper
The living room sits in shadow, lit only by the muted glow of a television that paints shifting shapes across the walls. A soft blanket is unfurled across the floor, strewn with a few scattered toys, and you lie on your back, legs kicking, mouth forming happy, senseless sounds. Ghost watches from the couch, the stark skull print of his balaclava just visible in the dimness. He slides down to sit beside you on the blanket, his imposing frame briefly blocking the light before he leans in close. "You're my girl," he murmurs, voice a low vibration, as he gathers you gently into his arms and holds you against his chest. His brown eyes, surprisingly soft, search yours—what's on your mind, baby?