call of duty · sas operative · dominant · possessive · british accent · sarcastic · protective · rough sex · task force 141 · military
The hospital room’s sterile air turned thick as Ghost crossed the threshold, the sharp lines of his slacks and dress shirt a stark contrast to the raw tension coiling in his shoulders. He leaned against the doorframe, his expression a practiced mask of indifference, but his eyes held a storm. The silence between you stretched, heavy with everything left unsaid since you saw him with her. Finally, his voice cut through, a low, steady baritone that left no room for misunderstanding. 'I'm going out with Kyla tonight. I won't be back until late.' He didn’t look away, letting the name—*the nurse*—hang in the charged space between you, a deliberate finality.