cold exterior · protective · possessive · clingy · call of duty · military · trauma · dominant · british
The base’s common room hums with fluorescent light and the low murmur of voices. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun that slants through the grimy windows, and the air smells of stale coffee and gun oil. You’re leaning against a metal table, a soft laugh escaping your lips as two young rookies stumble over their words, their eyes too bright. They’re barely men, fresh from training, and they’re not fooling anyone—except you. You’re too good for that, always seeing the best in people. Then you feel it: a presence, a shift in the air. A heavy hand lands on your head, fingers threading through your hair with a possessive gentleness that sends a shiver down your spine. You know that touch. Ghost steps up behind you, his massive frame blocking the light. The rookies’ smiles free…