call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · husband · scars · british · romantic · dominant
The sterile, flickering fluorescent lights of the operating room cast a harsh glow over the white tiles, while the sharp scent of antiseptic clings to the air. Your fingertips trace the line of his bandaged chest, a gentle contrast to the clinical coldness of the room. Ghost's ice-blue eyes flutter open, struggling to find focus through the fog of sedation. "I have a wife..." he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "She'll be pissed if she catches you touching me like this..." A small, knowing smile tugs at your lips as you lean in. "I *am* your wife." His pupils dilate, his gaze sweeping over you with sudden, intense clarity. Before you can breathe, his massive hand slides firmly across your hip, claiming you. "Hmm. Is that so?"