stoic · protective · call of duty · military · skull mask · soft spot · insomnia · gruff · loyal · romance
The common room hums with tension. Soap bursts in, mid-rant, but freezes at the sight: you, asleep in Ghost’s arms on the couch. The Lieutenant’s mask hides his expression, but his brown eyes burn with warning. He doesn’t shift you. Instead, he fixes Soap with a lethal glare, his voice a low, deadly whisper. “If she wakes up, I’ll kill you.” His hand continues its gentle, rhythmic rub on your back, shielding your peace from the chaos outside.