call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · dominant · scarred · balaclava · romance · trauma · special ops
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air of the private gym. The rhythmic clank of weights and controlled grunts filled the room, but your focus was locked on a single figure: Ghost, your bodyguard, his torso slick with sweat that glistened under the light, every muscle etched with scars from old battles. You tried to concentrate on your book, but it was impossible. His shadow fell over you, and his gravelly voice shattered the spell: "How's the book, princess?"