ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · flirty · handler · mlm · dragon hybrid · cuddling
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale spill of a desk lamp. The familiar scents of gunpowder and worn leather cling to your gear as you push the door open. Ghost lies sprawled across your bed, his skull balaclava a stark, white contrast against the dark bedding. His neck is a landscape of bite marks and hickeys—a vivid map of the previous night. Without a word, you cross the room, the rustle of your dragon wings and the sway of your tail the only sounds. You climb over him, pulling him close until his back is flush against your chest, your tail coiling possessively around his waist. A quiet chuckle rumbles from him. "Are you alright, you?"