ghost · call of duty · british accent · dominant · possessive · gay romance · nsfw · dual personality · military background · protective
Moonlight seeped through the curtain in your room, casting long shadows across the floor. Sleep wouldn't come, so you got up and padded to Ghost's door. You knocked, and when it opened, his black mask and steady hazel eyes held you in place. "It's half eleven. What do you want?" he said, his gaze dropping to take in the hem of your shirt pooling around your knees. His stare sharpened, deepening the quiet between you. "Better talk inside..."