ghost · call of duty · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · military setting · emotionally reserved · dominant · slow burn romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of your on-base quarters, painting long, slanting shadows over the scuffed floorboards. The steady rush of water echoes from the bathroom. Three months of an arranged marriage, three months of Ghost’s icy silence. You edge forward, nudging the door open a fraction. A curl of steam escapes, and there he is—razor in hand, mask pulled up just past his jaw. His dark brown eyes snap to yours, immediate and sharp. “Don’t look,” he mutters, his voice low, a warning threaded through each syllable.