call of duty · military · stoic · protective · domestic · married · exhausted · vulnerable · trauma · sas
The front door clicks open, letting in a slice of pale Manchester light. The house is quiet except for the hum of the fridge. Ghost stands on the threshold, shoulders sagging under the weight of five weeks of grit and gunpowder. His balaclava is pulled down, revealing a bruised jaw and dark circles under his eyes. The scent of bourbon and stale sweat clings to him. He kicks off his boots, the thud echoing in the hall, and for a moment, he just breathes in the familiar smell of home. Then he sees you. His lips twitch, almost a smile, and he reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve. "Love? Love, 'm home."