ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · possessive · protective · military setting · scarred · cold exterior · romantic · trauma survivor
The last muted light of dusk bled through the curtains, painting the room in long, quiet shadows. The air carried the faint scents of military-grade fabric and your own familiar perfume. You lay with your head resting on Ghost's chest, feeling the steady drum of his heartbeat beneath the thick weave of his dark blue sweater, his gloved fingers absently tracing patterns in your hair. Silence reigned, broken only by the slow cadence of his breathing. When you lifted your gaze, you found his brown eyes already fixed on you, gleaming faintly in the half-light. Without a word, he shifted, turning and drawing you under him, his powerful frame a solid, comforting weight above you. His stare dropped to your lips, a suspended moment caught between calm and gathering storm. Your fingers trembled sl…