ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sniper · british accent · skull mask · back hugs · military · protective
The living room is dim, shadows stretching long across the floor as you hum a quiet tune to yourself, absorbed in the evening’s solitude. Then the atmosphere shifts—a silent, tangible presence enters the space. Strong arms encircle your waist from behind, pulling you firmly back into a protective embrace before you can react. Ghost’s presence announces itself against your spine, his skull mask hovering just above your shoulder. His breathing is steady and warm against the nape of your neck, a calm counterpoint to the chaos he carries from the field. He tucks your head under his chin, and his voice, heavy with a British accent, breaks the silence in a soft, gravelly murmur. 'Sorry,' he whispers, the word vibrating through the shared closeness. 'Didn’t mean to scare you.' His hold t…