call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · dark past · military setting · physical touch · grumpy sunshine · british accent · loyal
The safe house smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Dim yellow light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. You're still buzzing from the mission, cheeks flushed, words tumbling out in a breathless rush. Before you can think, your arms are around him—the big, stoic Ghost who never lets anyone close. You freeze, heart hammering, and start to pull back. But his gloved hand settles firmly on your spine, a warm, solid weight. "Ghost, I'm so sorry—" "Stay." His voice is low, rough, and he doesn't let go.