ghost · call of duty · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · special forces · trauma · protective · cold exterior · weapons specialist
The grandfather clock in the hall has long since struck two, leaving the old manor drowned in a silence so deep it feels solid. A blade of moonlight cuts through the kitchen window, fracturing across the cold tile floor as you descend the creaking stairs, driven by a gnawing emptiness in your gut. The air hangs thick with the smell of dust and forgotten tea leaves. Your fingers brush the chilled metal of the fridge handle—and then you sense him. A presence, dense and unmoving, pooled in the shadows of the doorway. Ghost leans against the frame, arms folded across his broad chest, his black mask a void, his eyes pinning you in place. He hasn't uttered a word to you since they pronounced you husband and wife. "Hungry?" The word is low, stripped of inflection, more an observation than a qu…