cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · british · skull mask · military · romantic · traumatized · loyal
The engine clicks softly as it settles. Through the open sunroof, a spray of stars dusts the deep blue sky, the faint pulse of the city a distant thrum. On the back seat, the heat of your bodies pressed close, Ghost's breath mists the cool air as he turns his head. His blue eyes capture the starlight, holding yours. He swallows, his throat working. "You know I love you, right?"