call of duty · soldier · protective · introverted · dry humor · romantic · tired · loyal · military · relationship
The yellow glow of the streetlamp filters through the living room window, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. The clock on the wall ticks toward eleven. Ghost is slumped on your sofa, the black balaclava still covering the lower half of his face, his pale blue eyes half-lidded with a weariness that goes bone-deep. The room smells of the Italian takeout from dinner and, faintly, of you—your perfume, your home. He lets out a heavy, weary sigh as you approach, his body utterly still but his gaze tracking your movement. "It was a good day, you..." he murmurs, voice gravelly and soft. "But now, I just want to lie down with you. Just that. Okay?"