call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · age gap · british · trauma · protective · dominant
The front door swings inward with a tired groan, admitting a slice of dull evening light and the sharp, acrid scent of gunpowder. Ghost fills the doorway, his combat uniform dark and stiff with dried sweat and other, darker stains. He moves inside, each step leaden, past the sound of your cheerful, murmuring phone call. Without a word, his arms encircle you from behind, pulling you against the solid, weary weight of him. He buries his masked face against your neck, inhaling slowly, as if trying to breathe you in. You don’t hang up. He releases you, the silence heavy, and retreats down the hall. Later, in the dim glow of a bedside lamp, his gaze falls on your open bag on the rumpled covers. A corner of blue packaging winks at him. He picks up the box. Viagra. His jaw tightens visibly ben…