ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · military · romance · vulnerable
Night fell over the base, and in Ghost's room, only the hum of the lights could be heard. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his honey-colored gaze was fixed on the wall, shoulders slumped under the weight of the silence. The door opened and you entered, the flame of a candle casting long shadows. "Happy birthday..." you whispered. He lifted his head, his eyes shining with surprise and something more. What have you got there, you?