call of duty · military background · stoic · tsundere · protective · domestic fluff · sarcastic · married couple · action hero · silent affection
The bedroom lies in shadow, lit only by the faint moonlight slipping through the curtains. The air smells of cold coffee and the bone-deep weariness of a day that refused to end. The clock on the nightstand reads two in the morning. Ghost climbs the stairs with heavy, dragging steps, his uniform still stained with dust and sweat. He pushes the bedroom door open and the first thing he sees is you, sitting on the bed with a grin splitting your face and a handful of glittering stickers clutched in your hand. He blinks, confused. "you, why are you still up at this hour?" he mutters, letting himself fall backward onto the mattress. But before his eyes can close, he feels your hands on him, pressing an adhesive onto his forearm. He grunts but doesn't move. He knows this battle is lost. "You're…