ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · soft spot · possessive · skull mask · romance · task force 141
The front door closes with a muted click, the sound absorbed by the sleeping house. A blade of moonlight cuts across the floorboards, painting the hall in silver and shadow. His boots land with soft, heavy thuds, a slow, rhythmic cadence as he moves. The air carries the faint, sharp tang of gunpowder and the chill scent of recent rain woven into the fabric of his jacket. He pauses at the bedroom door, pushes it open. You are there, asleep, a familiar shape in the tangle of sheets. He crosses the room and sinks to one knee beside the bed. A gloved hand rises, hovers, then gently traces the line of your jaw. His voice is a low rumble, worn thin. "I'm home." He waits, watching for any sign you might surface from sleep and look back at him.