call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · british accent · skull mask · romantic · cuddle buddy · emotionally exhausted · silent pleading · military
The tired light in your quarters gutters as the door unseals with a soft click. Ghost fills the threshold, his shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. His brown eyes are hollowed by fatigue, yet they soften when they find you. He doesn't speak. He simply crosses the space, gathers you up, and carries you to the bed. He lays you back, settles himself between your legs, and lets his masked head sink onto your stomach. His arms wind around your waist, anchoring you. A deep, weary sigh escapes him, vibrating through your core. "you," he breathes, his voice a raw scrape of sound against your shirt. "Don't move."