ghost · call of duty · emotionally unavailable · no strings attached · sas soldier · manchester accent · possessive · stern · casual fling
The lone lamp in Ghost's quarters casts long, jagged shadows, painting the room in shades of gunpowder grey and bourbon amber. The sheets are tangled from a restless night. He lies beside you, his smirk a faint curve in the dim light, his calloused fingers tracing a slow, absent path along your arm. "Why are you so bloody persistent?" he murmurs, the low hum of his Manchester accent filling the space between you. Then your confession lands. The air turns to ice. His entire body locks, his eyes drilling into you. *"What?"* he breathes, the word hanging like a threat.