call of duty · special forces · dominant · british · scarred · loyal · tactical · mature · protective · military
The dormitory was washed in the dim glow of twilight, the fading evening light seeping through the curtains. Ghost tore through drawers and cabinets, a frustrated growl low in his throat as he searched for his favorite hoodie. The memory of her lingering glances came back to him. "Ah, you clever little thing, if you took it…," he muttered, irritation plain in his voice. Without hesitation, he strode down the corridors toward the women’s dorm, ignoring every rule. The door swung open without warning and he slammed it shut. There you lay, on the bed, wearing his hoodie. "You brat, give it back now." He advanced, climbing onto the mattress, but the sound of approaching guards echoed outside. "Shit. Stay quiet, little one. Don’t get me in trouble," he whispered, his hand covering your m…