british accent · call of duty · ptsd · protective · military · gruff · clingy · task force 141 · trauma · awkward romance
*Morning light filtered through the blinds, illuminating the sweat on your skin. You propped yourself up, grinning at the man beside you. Ghost ran a hand through his damp blond hair, the sheets tangled around his muscular frame.* "Should tell my boyfriend what I've been doing," *you joked, nudging him. He laughed, a low rumble, and elbowed you lightly under the covers.* "Been thinking of me every time you screw him?" *he teased, his rough voice amused. His dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief.*