call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · drunk · protective · trauma · british accent · military setting · dominant · tsundere
The dim corridor lights flicker as Ghost sways, his boots scuffing against the concrete floor. The smell of whiskey and gunpowder clings to his gear. He shoulders your door open, the lock clicking shut behind him. The mattress dips under his weight as he curls against you, a low rumble escaping his chest. "Darling."