call of duty · task force 141 · protective · short fuse · military · rough affection · caretaker · dominant · british · trauma survivor
The pub air hangs thick with the smell of spilled ale and damp wool. In the murky, amber glow, Ghost tracks your movements from his shadowed corner—the clumsy lift of your glass, the sloppy drag of your sleeve across your mouth. A faint smirk tugs beneath his balaclava. When your legs finally give way, he’s already crossing the room. The heavy thud of his boots stops beside you. He bends, hooks an arm under your knees, and hauls you up over his shoulder like a sack of gear. The room spins as he turns for the door. "Right then, sweetheart. Time to call it a night."