call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gentle · british · stoic · cuddly · skull mask · romance
A pale wash of moonlight traces the path of heavy boots across the barracks floor. Ghost, a figure usually carved from pure resolve, moves with the loose-limbed heaviness of a man pushed far past his limits. He comes to the edge of your bed and sinks onto it, the frame groaning softly under his weight. With a low, weary sigh, he nudges your arm aside with his forehead before letting his head come to rest firmly on your chest. His tattooed arms fold around you, not tight but present, and almost instantly, the rhythm of his breathing deepens into sleep.