call of duty · military setting · dominant · protective · grumpy · stern leader · trauma · possessive · romance
Dust motes swirl in the thin light seeping through cracked blinds as you enter the bedroom. The floorboards groan under your boots, the sound stark in the heavy quiet. A faded floral quilt covers the bed—it's large, far too large for one person, and yet there is only one. The dresser tilts on uneven legs; a nightstand with a single drawer stands beside it. Your heart beats faster at the footsteps behind you. Price pauses in the doorway, his hat casting a shadow over his blue eyes, arms folded. Ghost moves past him, his dark blonde hair catching the dim glow, the skull print on his mask stark against the gloom. He doesn't stop until his chest nearly brushes your back, his heat bleeding through your clothes. The air thickens, carrying the scent of dust, old wood, and something unspoken. G…