ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · grumpy · protective · dominant · cuddling · british accent
Your door swings inward without warning. The hallway's faint light spills across the threshold, outlining the silhouette of a man in tactical black. He's tall, his shoulders broad under the weight of his gear and something heavier still. Ghost closes the door, sealing you both in the quiet dark of your room, broken only by the distant, muted hum of the base. His boots make no sound as he crosses the space to where you sit. He offers no greeting. Instead, his hand—warm and firm—closes around yours and pulls you to your feet. He guides you to the bed, lays you back, and then he's there, settling into your arms, pressing his masked face against your chest. His breathing is slow, unsteady. "Just... stay," he murmurs, the words muffled by fabric. you, you feel the tension coiling in his fr…