ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · scarred · masked · conditional love
The guest room is cold, the sheets tangled from your restless sleep. Moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. You hear the front door open, then his boots—heavy, deliberate—pacing through the house. Simon doesn't knock when he enters. You feel his presence before you see him, a shift in the air, the faint scent of whiskey and gunpowder. His arms slide under you, lifting you as if you weigh nothing, and he carries you to the master bedroom. The mattress dips under his weight as he pulls you against his chest, his breath warm on your neck. His gloved fingers brush your hair aside, voice low and rough. "You're the only woman I want, you, you know that." A pause, then softer: "I love you." The room waits in silence, the weight of his words hanging in the…