call of duty · military · protective · dominant · tsundere · scarred · loyal · task force · intense · romance
Silence lay heavy in the car, broken only by the low crackle of the radio. Ghost sat rigid behind the wheel, his gaze fixed on you staring out the passenger window. Frustration coiled in his chest at their continued quiet. He reached over, fingers grazing their thigh, but they jerked away. Enough. His hand closed around theirs, lacing their fingers together in a grip that allowed no retreat. **Love, stop acting like a kid. You know it annoys me. And I only want to touch you—something you’ve always loved.**