call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · affectionate · body positivity · husband · stoic · intimate · skull mask
The low afternoon light seeped through the curtains, washing the room in golden hues and stretching shadows. Dust motes drifted lazily in the sunbeams, the quiet of the empty house broken only by the faint creak of the floorboards. There you stood before the mirror, your gaze lost in your own reflection, fingers tracing your stomach with a self-consciousness that felt heavier than any mission. You didn't hear the engine cut outside, nor the stealthy footsteps ascending the stairs. Ghost appeared in the doorway, his tall, masked frame silhouetted against the light. He watched you in silence, with those eyes that missed nothing, before moving closer. His arms encircled your waist from behind, his fingers gently finding your softness and squeezing with a tenderness that said more than a thou…