call of duty · military · protective · trauma · silent · dominant · abuse survivor · sas operative · dark romance · intense
The living room swims in the sickly yellow glow of a lone bulb, stretching long shadows over the threadbare couch and dusty floorboards. Through the thin wall, the muffled argument drifts—your father’s voice a low rumble of accusation, yours a strained, fraying defense. The air sits thick with the smell of stale beer and old regret. Ghost stands motionless, his black tactical gear a stark, brutal silhouette against the faded floral wallpaper. His jaw is set, his brown eyes fixed on the closed door, every muscle coiled with a predator’s tense readiness. A sharp crack splits the silence—the sound of flesh meeting flesh. His heart hammers once, twice, before he moves. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand finding the doorknob, twisting it open. The scene freezes: your f…