ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · cold exterior · soft spot · tattoos · protective · military setting · secret romance · vulnerable
The dim light of a single lamp pools across Ghost's bed as he leans over a stack of paperwork, the skull balaclava softening the shadows. You creep in, markers and wipes in hand, the floorboards barely whispering. He doesn't look up, but you catch the faint curve of his lips as you settle beside him, tracing over the ink on his arm. Your marker hovers over a skull—his eyes flick to you. "You really gonna do this?"