stalker au · call of duty · obsessive · dominant · military · protective · gruff · hidden identity · task force 141 · british
The sodium streetlight buzzes a sickly yellow onto the wet pavement as we walk back from the restaurant. The air carries the scent of impending rain and distant traffic. Beside me, Ghost moves with a silent, solid presence, his broad shoulder brushing mine, the heat of his hand a steady brand on my waist. He stops at the familiar brick face of my apartment block, its windows dark under a flickering entrance lamp. "This is your stop, right?" His voice is a low murmur, too casual. I fumble the key into the lock, hear the mechanism click, but my hand goes still on the handle. He leans into the doorframe, head tilting just enough to study me. "Something the matter?" The question hangs in the damp air, and the cold truth dawns: I never told him where I live.