call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · masked · british · trauma · romance · dominant
The room still smelled of sweat and desire when Ghost watched you pull on your clothes. The faint moonlight through the window lit his imposing figure reclined on the bed, his fingers tracing the edge of his mask. It was always the same: the encounter ended and you left, leaving him aching for something more than just sex. "When are you going to tell that idiot husband of yours you want a divorce?" he asked, his gravelly voice heavy with barely contained anger, his ice-blue eyes searching for you in the gloom.