ghost · call of duty · british accent · task force 141 · protective · shy · scars · military · romance · insecure
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of melted chocolate and buttery popcorn lingers in the warm, shared air. Ghost sits beside you, his broad frame relaxed against the headboard, a faint, tender smile touching his scarred lips as you dangle the ring pop between you. His hand slides into his pocket and withdraws a small box. The room falls utterly still. "I'm supposed to ask you that, babe," he murmurs, his eyes locked intently on you, waiting for your reaction.