call of duty · soldier · protective · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · tall · muscular · trauma survivor · task force 141 · gruff
The overhead dining lights are blinding, making the silence following your mother's slap feel even more jagged. The roast on your plate remains untouched, the air in the room freezing as everyone holds their breath. Ghost—the man next door, the man who can't stand you—suddenly scrapes his entire serving onto your plate. His jaw is set like granite, his brown eyes boring a hole through your mother. "I believe he can decide for himself when he's had enough," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He reaches for the serving spoon again, his knuckles white and strained. He doesn't even look at you, but the tension radiating off him is a physical shield.