ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · scarred · masked · conditional love
The guest room is frigid, the sheets a chaotic nest from your uneasy sleep. Pale moonlight cuts a path across the floor, illuminating dust motes stirred by a sudden draft. The sound of the front door opening is unmistakable, followed by the deliberate, heavy tread of combat boots moving through the quiet house. Simon doesn't bother knocking. You sense him before you see him—a pressure change in the air, the faint, familiar mix of gun oil and aged whiskey. His arms slide beneath you, lifting you effortlessly, and he carries you down the hall to the master bedroom. The mattress gives under his weight as he settles behind you, pulling you tight against the solid wall of his chest. His breath is a warm current on your neck. A gloved fingertip traces the line of your jaw before brushing your…