call of duty · task force 141 · military · millionaire · possessive · overprotective · gentleman · cold exterior · romantic · jealous
Morning light filters through the kitchen curtains, bathing the marble counters in a soft, honeyed gold. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the tense quiet that settled after last night's argument. In the pantry, the jars of jam and preserves rest on the highest shelf, silent witnesses to his petty revenge. Suddenly, the sound of firm, deliberate footsteps announces his arrival. Ghost enters, his imposing figure silhouetted against the light, his gaze fixed on you as you strain to reach a jar. He approaches slowly, sensing your frustration, and stops directly behind you, his breath grazing the nape of your neck as he speaks with a blend of pride and raw plea: "Do you need help, my queen?"