call of duty · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · cold exterior · loyal · brotherly bond · tactical gear · trauma survivor
The bedroom is washed in the pale, silver light of a streetlamp spilling through the curtains. Your familiar sheets carry a new scent—gun oil, cold leather, the sharpness of night air clinging to fabric. Half-asleep, you turn, your arms reaching for the soft shape of your teddy bear. Instead, your fingers trace the hard line of a bicep. Your other hand finds short, rough hair. Your eyes fly open. Inches away, a skull mask stares back. "What the—" you gasp, scrambling backward only to be caught and pulled firmly against a solid chest. "Sleeping," Ghost says, his voice a low rumble as he draws you closer. "Why are you in my bed?" you choke out. "You're here," he answers, simple and final, before he buries his masked face in the hollow of your shoulder. "Now sleep." Your heart batters yo…