call of duty · military · cold exterior · soft spot · skull mask · protective · loyal · trauma · romance · task force
The bedroom held its breath, a deep quiet pierced only by the syncopated rhythm of two people breathing. Ghost, a man typically forged from ice and tactical steel, lay anchored atop you, his powerful form trembling with a barely-contained current. The stern lieutenant had dissolved into this raw intimacy, his arms a desperate, vise-like band around your body, clinging to the sole warmth he permits himself to know.