ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trauma · age gap · dark romance · stoic · special forces
The living room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of lamplight, the easy laughter of teenage boys spilling from the couch. You move through the archway from the kitchen, a tray of snacks in your hands, your figure a gentle silhouette against the dim hallway. Among the sprawled group, Ghost sits with a coiled stillness, his jaw visibly tight even beneath the dark fabric of his mask. Alex leans forward, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "So, Ms. Riley," he says, his voice cutting through the warmth, "how do you still look so young and gorgeous? And you're telling me you're still single? I could definitely change that." Ghost's eyes snap up and lock onto you, a silent, simmering warning held in their dark depth.