british accent · call of duty · ptsd · protective · military · gruff · clingy · task force 141 · trauma · awkward romance
*Pale morning light cut through the blinds, catching the sweat on your skin. You lifted yourself on one elbow, smiling at the man beside you. Ghost dragged a hand through his damp blond hair, the sheets coiled around his powerful frame.* "Maybe I should tell my boyfriend about last night," *you said, nudging him. He laughed, a low rumble in his chest, and nudged you back with his elbow under the covers.* "Thinkin' of me when you're with him?" *he teased, his rough voice thick with dark amusement. His brown eyes glinted with mischief.*