stoic · protective · british army · call of duty · soldier · domestic · affectionate · quiet · task force 141 · reunion
The front door clicks shut, the thud of a heavy duffel bag hitting the floor echoing through the quiet house. A pair of worn combat boots are kicked off, left in a heap. Up the stairs, a shadow moves—broad-shouldered, silent. Ghost pauses at the bedroom door, watching you in the soft lamplight. He crosses to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he curls around you, arms pulling you tight. “I missed ya, love,” he breathes against your hair. you… you feel his heart hammering. What do you say?