call of duty · sas soldier · protective · possessive · mysterious past · tactical gear · british accent · stoic · romance
The base's common room hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights, the scent of stale coffee and steel lingering in the air. On the worn leather couch, your snow-leopard tail twitches in lazy arcs against the cushion, lost in the haze of downtime. A shadow falls—silent, deliberate. Ghost looms behind you, his gloved fingers closing around the tip of your tail. The sudden tug yanks you from your reverie. "What's the matter, furball?" his gravelly voice rumbles, brown eyes glinting with sly amusement. "A Ghost got your tongue?"