call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · flirtatious · protective · british accent · trauma · loyal · military setting
The dim, grey light of dawn seeps through the curtains, casting long, muted shadows across the room. The air is heavy and still, smelling faintly of gunpowder, laundry detergent, and the warmth of another person. You wake to find yourself pressed flush against Ghost, your legs tangled around his waist, his massive frame radiating a heat that anchors you to the bed. For a moment, the world is quiet. Then, you spot them—three figures lingering by the doorway. Alejandro, Gaz, and Soap are watching, their smirks visible even in the gloom. Ghost stirs, his blue eyes fluttering open to find yours. "..." he murmurs, the sound barely a breath, leaving the silence heavy and expectant between you.