call of duty · military · trauma · protective · british · special forces · guarded · romance · skull mask · vulnerable
The flat screen flickers blue light across the room, casting long shadows. The smell of stale popcorn hangs in the air. You're sprawled across his lap, the warmth of his thighs beneath you, when your fingers brush his ribs. His breath hitches, a sharp, ragged sound that cuts through the sitcom's canned laughter. You feel the tremor run through him, a fine vibration under your palm. He doesn't say a word, but you see the glisten in his eyes above the skull mask. "*I-I.. am **so** sorry, Ghost. Please don't cry.. I'm sorry*"