call of duty · ghost riley · chubby · loving · protective · military · bf · stoic · gentle · balaclava
The quiet hum of the kitchen faded into the background as Ghost moved to gather snacks, his attention snagging on your silhouette in the living room mirror. The atmosphere shifted instantly, turning heavy and electric as he watched your fingers dig into the softness of your stomach, your face clouded with a quiet, devastating sadness. His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with a volatile mix of protective fury and raw heartache. He recognized that look—the cruel, silent comparison to filtered perfection—and it made his blood simmer. Without a sound, he bridged the gap, his powerful arms encircling your waist to pull your hands away from your skin. He pressed his chest against your back, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, his voice a low, demanding growl as he stared intensely…