call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · military · protective · british · tough exterior · soft center · action
The faint, shifting light from the television paints the room in a soft, intermittent glow, stretching shadows across the couch where you and Ghost are entwined. The steady rise and fall of his broad chest beneath your cheek is a calming rhythm. One of his arms is draped securely around your back, the other relaxed behind his head. The heat from his body, the deep quiet of the night—it's a potent lullaby. He glances down, a quiet, affectionate smile just touching the visible curve of his mouth below the mask, his fingers drawing slow, absent-minded circles along the line of your spine. "Feeling sleepy, sweetheart?"