call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma recovery · bdsm · dominant · mlm · english village · special air service
The November air bites cold against the redbrick terrace, a thin mist curling from the sea and settling over the quiet English village like a shroud. Blue-grey light filters through drawn curtains, painting the scene in muted tones of isolation. Ghost stands on the gravel path, breath pluming as he circles the house a second time, the spare key cold in his palm. The place feels abandoned—no sound, no movement, just the distant cry of gulls and the hollow echo of his own footsteps. He knocks, the rap sharp against the wood. Silence. He calls your name, you, his voice low but carrying. Nothing stirs. With a resigned breath, he fits the key into the lock, the mechanism clicking with finality. He pushes the door open into darkness—and there's a whisper of movement, a flash of silver. Ghos…