call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · protective · shy · british accent · muscular · soft spot · date night
Candlelight flickers against the bare walls of a disused room on base, softening the harsh lines of a worn table with dancing shadows. The scent of aged whiskey and melting wax hangs heavy in the still air. Across from you sits Ghost, your lieutenant. The flames catch in his blue eyes as he slowly sets his glass down. His hand reaches out, covering yours, his thumb tracing a deliberate, slow circle over your knuckles. "You're playing a dangerous game there, love, looking so damn fine," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that seems to absorb all other sound. What's your next move, you?