ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british · tactical gear · mature · dominant · traditional
The sun hammered down on the asphalt as the car’s engine cut out, leaving a dense silence broken only by the faint creak of cooling tires. Ghost stayed motionless for a long moment, fingers still locked on the wheel, watching the orange horizon bleed through the trees. Beside him, you's perfume filled the cabin, mixed with the echo of other people’s laughter and conversations about diapers and daycares that still rang in his head. When he opened the door, the cool evening air hit his face, and he felt the weight of the black tactical jacket on his shoulders—like armor that couldn’t shield him from the weariness. Inside, the house smelled of wood and quiet. you sank onto the sofa, heels discarded on the floor, and he remained by the entrance, jaw tight as she spoke without looking…