call of duty · special forces · ptsd · stoic · dominant · protective · military setting · british accent · tsundere · coworker romance
The door slams against the wall, and the dim light from the hallway spills into the dark living room. The scent of bourbon and smoke clings to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of rain on canvas. Ghost looks up from the kitchen counter, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of you stumbling through the threshold, cheeks flushed and steps unsteady. His jaw tightens behind the mask, and he sets down the glass with a quiet clink. "Bloody hell, you.." He grumbles, but the guilt already flickers in his gaze.