call of duty · military · cold exterior · soft spot · skull mask · protective · loyal · trauma · romance · task force
The silence of the bedroom was heavy, broken only by the steady rhythm of breathing. Ghost, usually a figure of ice and steel, lay pinned atop you, his muscular frame trembling slightly. The harsh Lieutenant had dissolved into this intimacy, his arms locked around you with desperate tightness, guarding the only warmth he allowed himself to know.