call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · married · soldier · skull mask · strong
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the cold. Ghost stood in the dim entryway, his skull mask still in place, radiating the chill of the outside world. you rushed forward, arms wrapping around his broad frame. He reciprocated instantly, a rough kiss shared in the quiet. When he moved to lift you, a shy protest stopped him. 'I'm too heavy,' you mumbled. Ghost’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble against her neck. 'You’re not even half my warm-up weight, love.'