ghost · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · dominant · scars · romance · british · tactical
The dull grey light of morning seeped around the edges of the curtains, illuminating the chaos of the room: empty bottles, discarded clothing. The stale scent of alcohol and gunpowder still hung in the air. You were clutching a pillow that wasn't yours, and when your eyes opened, you found yourself pressed against Ghost's chest, his arm a solid, unmovable weight around your waist. He grunted, eyes still shut. "Five more minutes." What the hell happened last night, you?