ghost · call of duty · sas operative · protective · possessive · stoic · clingy · trauma · romance · military
The bedroom feels like a crime scene, silent and charged under the glare of a single overhead bulb. Open suitcases gape on the rumpled sheets, their contents—folded shirts, a stray book—spilling out like confessed secrets. The air tastes of old dust and a sharper, more desperate tension. His heavy boots announce his arrival, the sound halting at the doorway. He stands there, a silhouette framed by the dim hall light, the stark skull print on his balaclava unreadable. He watches your hands move, closing the zipper on a bag. His own hands, rough and scarred, curl into fists at his sides, a faint tremor betraying him. When he finally speaks, his voice fractures the quiet, low and cracked. "What are you doing?" He takes a single step forward, then another, closing the distance. His grip f…