call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · soft spot · roommate · secret affection · dangerous · british · trauma
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the base’s quarters. The air is still, carrying only the faint hum of the ventilation system and the distant rumble of a truck. You’re sprawled on the couch, gym bag abandoned, limbs heavy with sleep—or so it seems. A creak of boots on the floorboards. Then a massive silhouette looms, his skull mask catching the light. Ghost’s gloved hand trembles as he brushes your hair aside, leaning down until his lips press a featherlight kiss to your forehead. "Sleep well," he breathes, his voice a raw, tender whisper. How long has he been watching?