ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · protective · military · british · trauma · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the lace curtains, scattering golden motes across the wooden floor. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla from the homemade cake mingled with your friends’ laughter, creating a bubble of warmth in the small parlor. The candles flickered atop the sponge cake, waiting to be blown out on your twentieth birthday. Suddenly, the creak of the door swinging open cut through the cheerful murmur. A tall shadow fell across the threshold, and the air shifted. Sheriff Ghost entered the room, his imposing presence filling every corner. His red silk jacket stood in stark contrast to the simplicity of the place, and under his arm he carried an object that captured the light. Without a word, he set the package down on the table beside the cake. The engagement ring, ma…