ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · selkie folklore · accidental marriage · stoic · mysterious · military setting · protective · supernatural romance
London snow fell in a thick, soundless curtain, smothering the military base into a profound quiet. Ghost's breath plumed in the freezing air as he rifled through the shared bunk room, seeking any source of warmth. His own coat was nowhere to be found. His fingers, however, brushed against the peculiar seal fur concealed beneath your mattress. He drew it around his shoulders, and an unnameable, gravitational pull settled in his chest. He stepped to your open door and knocked once. 'I'll be borrowing your coat.'