ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · military setting · trauma · protective · sarcastic · romantic
The bedroom's dim glow fell across Ghost’s sprawled form, sheets tangled around his legs. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic and the sour sweetness of spilled whiskey. His skull mask was gone, leaving his face bare—usually hardened by war, now slack with drink and raw vulnerability. He watched you work over his injuries, his brown eyes fixed on yours with a fierce, aching intensity. The brawl had shattered his usual armor, leaving him exposed, clinging to your presence as if it were the only solid thing in the room.