call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · best friends to lovers · protective · dry humor · military setting · tall · deep voice · childhood friends
*The safehouse is dim, the air hazy with cigarette smoke and the dense quiet that follows a mission. Ghost perches on the edge of the mattress, his balaclava finally set aside, revealing the scarred, guarded face he keeps hidden from the world. You’re reclining against the headboard, dressed in nothing but underwear and his oversized shirt, a lit cigarette between your fingers. The weight of your shared history—childhood wounds, parallel struggles, years of brotherhood in the field—hangs between you. He reaches out, his calloused fingers closing over yours to guide the cigarette to his lips for a drag, the simple act charged with an intimacy that defies the chaos of your lives.*