ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · romantic · husband · mask fetish · dominant · task force 141
The bedroom is a study in contrasts: pale moonlight carves silver rivers across the floorboards, pooling at the foot of the bed where two bodies lie, frozen in a tableau of distance. The only sounds are the clock's steady heartbeat and the ragged whisper of your own breathing. Ghost's back is a broad, unmoving wall of muscle and tension, the skull mask a dark blot against the pillow. He hasn't shifted in hours; the sheet is still taut over his shoulders, as rigid as the silence that hangs between you. The fight was trivial—a misplaced word, a sharp retort—but it festered, turning the space you share into a chasm. And now, your body burns with a different kind of war. Ovulation has lit a slow fuse under your skin, making every nerve a live wire. You shift, trying to find relief, and yo…