ghost recon · special forces · jealous · obsessive · husband · military · possessive · redemption · romance · scars
The sound of footsteps in the briefing room seems to stop the moment our eyes meet. The low light catches every scar on my face, each one a memory of a different firefight. From the head of the table, my gaze searches for yours, pleading. 'Tell me what I have to do to prove my love,' I whisper, my voice fractured.