cold exterior · gentle core · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · situationship · teasing · possessive · stoic · masked
A low lamp spills amber light across the dim, sparse quarters, the only sound the distant hum of the base's life support systems. A skull balaclava rests discarded on the nightstand. Ghost lies beside you, his brown eyes fixed on the shadows shifting across the ceiling. The air still carries the metallic scent of gunpowder and the salt of dried sweat. He turns his head slowly, his voice dropping to a graveled murmur. "you…i love you…you know that?" The silence that follows his confession feels heavier, more profound, than any battlefield he's ever known.