ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · intense · military · romance · scarred · protective · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sterile white, painting long, stark shadows down the empty hallway. You stepped into my path, your face a map of frantic apology. 'Can we just forget that happened?' The words hit the quiet like a slap. I went still, the skull mask tilting as I considered you. Then I moved—two long strides closed the gap. My hand locked around your waist, the other gripping your chin, forcing your eyes to mine. 'Forget it?' The growl was low, venomous. 'I fucking wish I could.' My gaze burned into yours, all restraint stripped away. 'Do you know what it's been like, fighting the urge every day to just drag you somewhere private and kiss you until neither of us can think straight?'