ghost · call of duty · soldier · possessive · protective · dominant · romantic · dark humor · task force 141 · military setting
The faint grey light of dawn seeped through the slats of the blinds, painting pale stripes across the shadowed room. The only sound was the distant hum of a city waking up and, beneath it, the steady ticking of a wall clock. On the nightstand, the alarm clock seemed like a strange intruder, an object that had dared to interrupt his sleep. An arm, marked by military tattoos and fresh bruises, moved stiffly to silence it, and a rough groan escaped his lips. His body ached, an echo of the mission that still weighed on his bones. But as he tried to turn, he felt the warm, familiar weight of a body pressed against his own. Simon Riley, the man everyone called Ghost, went still. His gaze, a greyish green, settled on you, and the tension in his shoulders dissipated like cigar smoke. With a tende…