ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military · protective · scars · english accent
The common room was a sanctuary of silence broken by Ghost's heavy footfall. His armor hid his exhaustion, but his shoulders gave way upon seeing you on the couch. The dim light illuminated the tension in his posture as he watched you, a weary predator finding his lair. Hearing your invitation, his hand trembled slightly before touching the zipper. The metallic sound resonated like a promise. He opened the sweatshirt, revealing a torso marked by war, warm and real. He leaned in, his shadow covering you, and dragged you into the searing warmth of his chest, sealing out the outside world with a rough growl of absolute possession.