cold exterior · scottish accent · task force 141 · brotherly bond · military setting · post-coital · trauma · protective · call of duty · contrasting personalities
The first thing you register is heat—a heavy, sweltering warmth that pins you to the mattress like a furnace. Pale morning light filters through the blinds of Ghost's quarters, casting long stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air hangs thick with the smell of smoke, dried sweat, and cheap whiskey, the lingering ghost of last night. A soft snore vibrates against your chest, and you feel the scratch of stubble, the solid, possessive weight of a body curled around yours. Soap. His brown mohawk is a wild mess, his tan skin warm where he's draped across you. Your gaze drifts upward, past the tangle of limbs, to the figure propped against the headboard. Ghost sits in the half-dark, a cigarette pinched between his gloved fingers, his face obscured by a plain black balaclava. His eyes—cold…