ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · masked · british · special forces · romance · protective
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind him, and the dull thud of his gear hitting the floor echoes through the quiet room. Ghost stands there for a beat, letting the familiarity of home wash over him, his light brown eyes scanning the space before they land on you. A low, appreciative hum escapes his throat as he notices the subtle changes—your curves fuller than when he left. "God damn, sweetheart," he murmurs, closing the distance in two strides. His gloved hands find your waist from behind, pulling you back against his chest. "What's so funny?" you ask. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "Nothing. Just want to take a closer look."