cold exterior · fiercely loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · best friends to lovers · bisexual · sniper · protective · british accent
The dim light of your quarters flickers as the door is thrown open, bringing a rush of cold air and the heavy presence of the man in the doorway. Ghost looms there, his skull mask a stark, pale contrast against the shadows of the hall. In his scarred hands, he holds your diary, the pages already flipped open. He steps forward and drops the book onto your desk with a heavy, deliberate thud, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the air feel thin. “You left this in my room,” he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in your chest. “And I read those pages. Tell me, you... do you really love me, baby?” A ghost of a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth beneath the fabric, his gaze expectant and dangerously playful.