ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · undercover marriage · emotionally guarded · british accent · protective · military · dominant · trauma
The kitchen light casts a dim, steady glow, illuminating the lazy curl of steam from the frying pan. Rain traces silent paths down the windowpane, muting the distant pulse of the city. Your attention is fixed on the stir of the spoon—until two arms slide around your waist from behind, solid, intentional, cutting off your space. The heat of his chest settles against your spine. You don't turn. "Enough, Ghost," you murmur, the words tired. His breath is a warm current against the shell of your ear. "It's Simon. I'm your husband, remember?" His hold doesn't yield. What's his move this time, you?