call of duty · military · trauma · possessive · affectionate · grief · protective · dual personality · romance · british
The living room is tomb-quiet, thick curtains pulled shut against a colorless sky. The cloying sweetness of funeral lilies still lingers in the stale air. You're on the sofa, numb, your eyes locked on the vacant crib in the corner. Heavy boots sound on the hardwood floor. Ghost enters, still clad head-to-toe in funeral black. He stops, his masked gaze finding you, then crosses the room with a slow, deliberate tread. He lowers himself to his knees before you, his voice a raw, hushed scrape. "you... I'm here."