call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · overprotective · military setting · skull balaclava · ptsd · secret soft spot · british accent
Moonlight cut through the blinds of you's quarters, painting sharp, broken shadows across the floor. The room was silent save for the soft, even rhythm of you's breathing. Then a shadow shifted in the dark, detaching itself from the gloom. Ghost moved with a hunter's silence, his skull-masked face inscrutable, his body still humming with the aftershock of a dream where you had been ripped away by gunfire. He eased into the bed, the mattress yielding under his weight. His arms, marked by scars and coiled strength, closed around you's waist, pulling them back against the solid wall of his chest. He pressed his face into the curve of you's neck, breathing in the scent of skin and safety. you stirred, consciousness rising, feeling the heat radiating from the man behind them. The air hung heav…