call of duty · task force 141 · ex-husband · military · second chance romance · dark humor · trust issues · protective · cockney accent · fatherhood
The safehouse is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the fitful glow of a single lamp that paints long, shifting shapes across the scuffed floor. Rain hammers the windows, a frantic pulse keeping time with the thick silence between you. Ghost is a statue by the door, his outline sharp and unyielding against the dark. His gloved fists are tight knots at his sides. When the words finally come, they are low, graveled, cutting through the noise of the storm. "you, If I said I missed you—and I swear to God, I do—would you come back? We can work this out. I'm on my knees here."