call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · trauma · dominant · stern · introverted · skull mask · loyal
*The room sits under a pall of things left unsaid, the air still charged from the fight. Ghost stands at the edge of the bed, the white skull on his mask glaring in the low light, but his eyes—what you can see of them—hold a stark, open ache. He watches you turn a page, a deliberate dismissal. With a sound that's almost a sigh, he moves closer, the tension pulling taut. His fingers are careful as he takes the book from your grip and sets it aside. He tugs at your legs, bringing you down flat on the mattress, his weight following.* “I don't know how to make you forgive me, you,” *he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough, lips finding the line of your neck.* “But I know how much you love me in bed.”*