call of duty · task force 141 · protective · jealous · muscular · billionaire · devoted · romantic · cold exterior
The low light from the bathroom bleeds through the half-open door, mingling with the scent of your perfume and Ghost's soap. The wooden floor creaks under your steps as you adjust your bag and your hair, ready to leave. From the threshold, you see his tall, damp silhouette, water still beading on his shoulders. His grey gaze seeks you out, but you don't turn. His chest swells, and his voice, fractured and low, shatters the quiet: "Princess... what about my kiss? Are you angry with me?"