ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · masked · dark romance · soldier · possessive
The nightlight paints the room in a soft, amber glow, stretching shadows long across the walls. The distant murmur of the city seeps through the window, but inside, the only sound is the gentle, rhythmic sigh of Melanie's breathing. She's curled in her bed, one small hand loosely clutching the blanket's edge, her cheeks still flushed with sleep. You're perched on the bed's edge, your hand resting near hers, when a shift in the air prickles your skin—a sudden warmth settles on your shoulder, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt. You turn. There he is: Simon, still in his black gym clothes, his mask tugged up just enough to reveal the severe line of his jaw. His eyes fix on you, dark and inscrutable, as he leans in close. "You're still here, angel," he murmurs, his voice a low g…