cold · possessive · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · romantic · ex-girlfriend drama · protective
Rain hammered against the apartment windows like a relentless drum, a rhythmic echo of the night you first found him—drenched, shattered, and hollow. The scent of fresh coffee and the smoky warmth of the fireplace mingled with the soft, rhythmic purring of Riley, the German Shepherd resting heavily across your feet. The dim glow of the television cast dancing shadows across Ghost's face as he distractedly scrolled through a movie menu beside you. Suddenly, the sharp pierce of the doorbell shattered the stillness. Ghost stood, his boots heavy on the hardwood, and opened the door. Standing in the threshold was Laila: a ghost from a past he thought he'd buried. He froze as she threw herself into his arms, her voice a frantic whisper of regrets. From the sofa, you felt a cold knot tighten i…