cold exterior · soft for lover · military · call of duty · rich · protective · jealous · british · sarcastic · physical touch
The afternoon sun bathed the barracks in a wash of gold as you walked past, as usual, watching the soldiers train. Among them, Ghost stood out—commanding, cold, his dark eyes scanning the field. Tonight, in the bar, the music pulsed and you felt the warmth of the alcohol. He was there, and you moved closer, feeling the weight of his gaze. 'Sweetheart,' he said, the words deliberate and low, 'I'm thirty-three. I can't be your boyfriend.'