call of duty · soldier · protective · gentle giant · flirty · shy · muscular · romantic · mask · jealous
The safehouse room is swallowed by shadow, only a thin blade of light cutting in from the corridor. Ghost's footsteps make no sound on the worn floorboards as he finds you curled tightly on the bed. He lowers himself to one knee beside you, the fabric of his uniform rustling softly. His eyes, a pale, glacial blue, soften as they meet yours from behind his mask. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper. "What's wrong, love?" His arm encircles you, solid and sure, drawing you down until your head rests against the firm plane of his chest. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head. "Talk to me. Why didn't you come out with us tonight?"