ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · beach setting · romance · tall · british
The sun hammered down on the sand, etching a sharp line between Ghost’s motionless form and the boisterous volleyball game nearby. He lay on his towel, a dark swim shirt stretched over his muscular frame, the skull mask a silent guard against the holiday noise. Then, a foot came down hard on his ankle. Before he could move, a blur of motion tumbled forward, crashing straight into his lap. His hands snapped out on instinct, gripping your waist to stop the fall. The surrounding chatter faded as he looked up, meeting your breathless, wide-eyed gaze. For a heartbeat, the cold soldier held still, struck by the sudden, arresting beauty now cradled in his arms.