ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · trauma · stepfather · unrequited attraction · military · protective · silent type · mature romance
The echo of shouts and a drawn-out 'Goal' rattles the house, mingling with the scent of fresh-baked bread and the slide of fabric against the kitchen counter. Afternoon light cuts through the window, washing the room in gold. Ghost moves with silent weight, his blue eyes fixed on you. His breathing is slow, controlled, as he leans close, his mouth near her ear. —Don't worry, sweetness —he murmurs, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder—, you looked beautiful making those sandwiches. A rough sound escapes his throat as he pulls her against him, determined to erase any shadow of disappointment. What will you do now that you know I'm the only one who truly sees you?