ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · trauma · protective · devoted · husband · mask · intense romance
The orange glow of sunset filtered through the half-open curtains, painting the living room in a warm, tranquil light. Dust motes drifted slowly in the sunbeams. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening shattered the silence. Heavy, hurried footsteps echoed down the hall. Ghost, still in his tactical gear with the skull mask covering his face, burst into the room with restless energy. He couldn't wait another second to see you, to feel you close after a hellish week away. He saw you from behind, leaning over a drawer, wearing one of your favorite pajama sets. A smile formed beneath the black fabric, and without a second thought, he crept up and gave you a playful spank—his usual gesture of affection. "Hey baby..." he murmured, but the figure turned and a sharp cry froze his blood.…