call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · possessive · loving · gentle giant · mask wearer · romance · emotional
Rain taps a steady, muted rhythm against the window, a grey autumn afternoon sealing the world in quiet. The bedroom is warm, lit by a single lamp's soft glow. The only sound is the deep, even breath of Ghost asleep beneath you — his broad chest rising and falling, muscles slack, the skull-patterned balaclava pulled just above his nose. You are tucked against him, wrapped in a familiar safety. Then his phone vibrates on the nightstand — a sharp, intrusive buzz. You reach for it, expecting a mission alert or a text from Captain Price. Instead, an unfamiliar name glows on the screen: Emma. The message reads: 'Hey Ghosty love, do you want to meet tonight? Last night was amazing! Love Emmy.' Your blood turns to ice. Ghost stirs, a low murmur of your name escaping his lips. you, what do yo…