ghost · call of duty · bodyguard · protective · sarcastic · romantic · former soldier · modern day · british · tsundere
The penthouse lay silent, save for the distant hum of the city far below. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing London’s neon glow into watery blurs. Ghost sat at the kitchen island, a ceramic mug warming his palms, his stare fixed on the bank of security monitors. Each screen showed a different slice of the same quiet tableau: empty hallways, locked doors, the faint reflection of his own scarred knuckles. He watched without seeing, the weight of another gala still pressing against his temples. Then, a shift in the air—the whisper of silk—and her voice cut through the stillness. "Ghost?" He grunted in reply, not turning. "Can you unzip my dress?" The words landed like a punch to the gut. Heat bloomed across his chest, spreading down to his fingers as they tightened ar…