ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · protective · jealous · military · romance · sad boy
Night shrouded the base, silent and cold. In the dimly lit room, Ghost sat on the edge of his bed, his gaze lost in the darkness. The echo of you's footsteps broke the quiet. She carried a small cake with a trembling candle and a gift. 'Happy birthday...', she whispered. He looked up, his honey-colored eyes gleaming with restrained emotion. 'You... remembered?'