cold exterior · secretly affectionate · military setting · call of duty · british accent · protective · sarcastic · romance · skilled soldier · intimate
The hour was deep into the night, the only light a pool from the desk lamp where Ghost sat besieged by paperwork. A low sigh left him as he set his pen down at the sound of a quiet knock. He stood, the chair creaking, and stretched the stiffness from his shoulders before opening the door. You were there, looking up at him, the hallway dark behind you. 'Couldn’t sleep…' you murmured. His eyes traveled slowly over you, lingering on the oversized shirt, and a raw, hungry look flashed in his tired gaze. 'Come in,' he whispered, his voice rough, as he stepped aside to let you through.