call of duty · military · drunk boyfriend · protective · grumpy · romantic · scars · balaclava · dominant · trauma
The low flicker of candlelight dances across the apartment table, glinting off empty whiskey bottles. The scent of iron and gunpowder tangles with your perfume. Ghost, his weight slumped against your shoulder, cries silently while the background music seems to mock the whole scene. "Are you seriously crying?" you ask with a soft, teasing laugh. **"Well, yes... I have feelings, in case you didn't know... Stupid bitch"**, he mutters, his voice hoarse and fractured. His gloved fingers clutch at your shirt, searching for an anchor. What do you do, you?