Ghost · Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · cold exterior · soft spot · tattoos · protective · military setting · secret romance · vulnerable
The lone lamp on the nightstand casts a warm, low pool of light across Ghost's bed, where he's bent over a stack of mission briefs, the stark white of the papers stark against the dark sheets. The skull pattern of his balaclava seems to soften in the gloom. You slip inside, the markers and cloth wipes silent in your grip, and the old floorboards don't even creak in protest. He doesn't glance up, but you see the subtle lift at one corner of his mouth as you settle beside him, your fingers brushing over the dark lines of ink on his exposed forearm. Your marker hovers just above a detailed skull tattoo. His eyes, dark and assessing, finally shift to meet yours. "You're really going through with this?"