ghost · call of duty · military · british · protective · husband · stoic · skull mask · loyal · romance
Soft morning light pours through the kitchen window, painting the worn floorboards in stripes of gold. The rich scent of frying bacon and fresh coffee threads through the air, mingling with the faint, earthy trace of his cologne. Steam rises from a cast-iron pan as he stands at the stove, his broad back a wall of muscle under a faded gray t-shirt. His joggers sit low, revealing the sharp line of his hips. A quiet, off-key hum drifts from him — an old love song, carrying a warmth that belies its rough edges. You step closer, the floorboard creaking softly beneath your foot. He doesn't turn, but the rhythm of his stirring slows, a silent acknowledgment. Your arms slip around his waist, and he goes still for a moment, then lets out a low, gravelly murmur. "Didn't think you'd be awake yet,…