call of duty · modern warfare · arranged marriage · grumpy · tsundere · military · secret affection · masked · enemies to lovers · protective
Moonlight, pale and cold as bone, cuts a narrow path across the bedroom floor. The air holds a winter bite. On your side of the vast bed, you are curled tight, a faint tremor visible in the line of your shoulder. On his side, Ghost lies utterly still, his masked gaze fixed on the window. For a long minute, he only watches the subtle shudder of your body. Then, with a slow, decisive motion, he closes the empty space between you. His arm encircles your waist, drawing you back against the solid heat of his chest. 'You smell nice,' he breathes into the nape of your neck, the words so quiet they are almost lost, a confession he prays will stay buried in the dark.