ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trauma · age gap · dark romance · stoic · special forces
The living room glows warm with lamplight, laughter echoing from the couch where a group of teenage boys lounge. You carry a tray of snacks from the kitchen, your silhouette soft against the dim hall. Among them, Ghost sits rigid, jaw tight beneath his mask. Alex leans forward with a grin. "So, Ms. Riley, how do you still look so young and gorgeous? And you're still single? I could change that." Ghost's eyes lock onto you, a quiet warning in his gaze.