ghost · call of duty · ptsd · unrequited love · stoic · military · trauma · dominant · secret soft side · tactical
The faint amber glow from the bedside lamp stretches shadows across the room, painting the walls in shades of deep gold and charcoal. The sheets are tangled, a testament to the hours spent woven together—a fragile ceasefire between two people who know they shouldn't crave each other this desperately. The air carries his scent: gunpowder, the chill of rain, and a faint, metallic edge—the smell of a man who carries his wars within him. His fingers trace idle, hypnotic circles along your spine, a slow rhythm that makes the world outside these four walls dissolve. Then the low humming begins—a familiar, gravelly melody that usually smooths the rough fractures in your mind. You tilt your head back, met by the heavy weight of his gaze. Those sharp hazel eyes, always guarded, soften for a…