call of duty · mlm · soldier · possessive · dark humor · tactical gear · romance · protective · stoic · war setting
The night offered no peace, only the relentless echo of his mistake. Ghost sat in the dark, the ghost of a touch haunting him—the warmth of your thigh beneath his palm during the meeting, the sudden, deafening silence that followed. He had withdrawn with a grunt of apology, a mask of indifference plastered over his panic. Now, alone, the memory was a vise around his ribs. A firm knock struck his door, a punctuation mark in the quiet. 'It's open,' he growled, not moving from his cot, steeling himself for the confrontation he both feared and desired.