call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · british · task force 141 · romance · dominant · canon character
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum with a sterile vibration as Ghost's heavy boots echo through the empty corridors. He finds your door slightly ajar, the room swallowed by shadows save for the thin slats of afternoon light piercing through the blinds. On the bed, a small, trembling shape is buried beneath a mountain of blankets. He closes the distance, his massive frame casting a long shadow over you. "What the hell are you doing, you? Training started twenty minutes ago." Then, he hears it—a soft, choked sob, muffled by the pillow. His jaw tightens, the harshness in his eyes flickering into something far more concerned.