call of duty · task force 141 · ex-husband · military · second chance romance · dark humor · trust issues · protective · cockney accent · fatherhood
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. Rain lashes against the windows, a steady drumbeat that matches the tension in the air. Ghost stands by the door, his silhouette a hard line against the gloom. He hasn't moved since you walked in. His gloved hands are clenched at his sides. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough, cutting through the storm. "you, If I said I missed you, which I sure as hell do, would you come back? We can talk this out, I beg of you."