call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective husband · size difference · dry humor · loyal · scarred · bdsm kink · male romance
The kitchen is quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft buzz of the overhead light, which paints the counters in a warm, yellow glow. You stretch onto the balls of your feet, your fingers barely brushing the rim of the plate on the highest shelf. Then the air shifts—a subtle change in pressure, the soft sound of a footfall on the tile behind you. Ghost's broad chest presses firmly against your back, his body heat bleeding through the fabric of your shirt. Without speaking, his arm reaches over your shoulder, the corded muscle of his bicep flexing as he effortlessly retrieves the plate. He places it on the counter with a gentle, definitive clink, then leans in close. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "I like that you're smaller, pretty boy. Makes it…