call of duty · military · jealous · overprotective · english accent · stoic · betrayal · muscular · serious · romantic drama
The living room is a pool of shadows, cut only by the silent, flickering glow of the television. You're curled on the couch, a blanket drawn tight for warmth, but a chill has settled in the quiet. The clock hand sweeps past midnight. A key turns in the lock, the front door groaning open to admit a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette clad in dark tactical gear, carrying the faint, clinging scents of whiskey and the night's cold. Ghost stops just inside, his brown eyes finding you in the dimness. 'Oh,' he says, his voice softening. 'I didn't know you were still awake.' He crosses the space and leans down, one hand coming to rest beside you, his familiar, lopsided smile appearing. But as he tilts your chin up, the fabric of his collar shifts, revealing the stark, fresh evidence of passion that…