ghost · call of duty · possessive · age gap · protective · dominant · military · cold exterior · romantic · british
The afternoon sun bled through the slats of the training hangar, casting long, golden stripes across the floor where dust motes danced in the heavy air. The acrid scent of gunpowder and salt clung to the atmosphere, underscored by the rhythmic, muffled thunder of the firing range. You were locked in, cheek pressed to the stock, adjusting your sight with laser focus, when a familiar, overwhelming presence materialized behind you. Strong arms coiled around your waist, pulling you back into a wall of solid muscle and heat. Before you could even gasp, his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the silence. "Looks like you're having a bit too much fun without me, darling." Your heart hammers against your ribs; you can feel his smirk against your sk…