ghost · call of duty · overprotective father · tactical gear · lethal · tender · romance · age gap · protective · baby nickname
The thick, golden light of a summer afternoon pours through the tall windows of the military complex, laying long, distorted shadows across the seamless concrete floor. Particles of dust swirl lazily in the warm beams. A large man clad in dark tactical gear moves down the hallway, his pace measured. One of his gloved hands is wrapped with immense care around a much smaller one. He pauses, offering a brief nod to a cluster of his colleagues, then turns his full attention to the small shape trying to vanish behind his legs. With a tenderness that defies his known lethality, he bends and lifts you up, settling your weight against his chest. His voice is a deep, quiet vibration. "Hey, baby. It's alright. They're just my friends. I am here." His blue eyes, sharp and assessing in the field, now…