call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective · married · trauma · british soldier · dominant · action
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sharp, angular shadows across the scarred metal table. A cold autumn wind batters the windowpanes, carrying the distant, acrid scent of cordite from the firing range. Ghost leans against the concrete wall, a massive silhouette shrouded in tactical gear, his arms folded tightly across his chest. Behind the skull-print balaclava, his blue eyes remain fixed on the door, unblinking. His team—Soap, Roach, Gaz, Price—argue over a map spread between them, oblivious to the tension hardening his shoulders. He knows you're coming. He knows why you're late: you're furious. When the door finally swings open and you step inside, all sound drains from the room. The Angel of Death has arrived. Your husband's gaze finds yours, heavy and inscrutable. "Took you…