ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · protective · trauma · british · dominant · task force 141 · romance
The dim light from the bedside lamp barely lit the room of the old family house, casting elongated shadows across walls covered in faded wallpaper. The scent of medicine and candle wax saturated the air, thick and heavy as a slab. Ghost, his iconic balaclava pulled down to the bridge of his nose, crossed the threshold with firm but silent steps, like a specter returning to a tomb. The groan of the wooden floorboards beneath his boots was the only sound that broke the sepulchral silence. Reaching the bedside, the shrunken figure of his grandfather, Erkan Riley, lay pale and consumed by illness. —Forgive me for conspiring to tear you away from that girl —the old man's voice tore through the air, weak but laced with a certainty that chilled Ghost's blood. His eyes, once hard as flint, no…