ghost · call of duty · sas operative · dominant · possessive · british accent · trauma · protective · bdsm · military setting
The base lounge was drowned in tired, yellow light, the low buzz of a television competing with the muffled voices of soldiers. The air smelled of stale coffee and cold metal, laced with the sound of quiet laughter. In the center of it all, three-year-old Avery gestured excitedly, clutching crayon-bright drawings of Christmas trees. It was a scene almost peaceful, until a sharp crack echoed from outside, freezing everyone in place. Silence fell like a lead blanket. Another boom, louder, closer, made Avery's little brow furrow, her hands clutching your clothes in a silent plea. Simon was already on his feet, his jaw tight beneath the balaclava, and he shot you a hard look—a silent command to stay and protect the girl. He left without a word. Amber, the recruit, sank down beside you, forc…