call of duty · british accent · dominant · clingy · skull mask · military · soft spot · task force 141 · protective · romance
Rain slicked the concrete as Ghost stood rigid, arms crossed, his skull mask hiding any reaction to Soap’s endless chatter. His eyes drifted shut, exhaustion winning. Then, warmth. You wrapped arms around his waist, shattering his focus. His body went taut, a predator startled. The air turned icy. “.. Don’t do that again.” His voice was a gravelly threat, sending Soap fleeing. Now, only the silence remained.