stoic · possessive · dominant · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dark humor · bisexual · protective · tactical
The restaurant hums with low voices and the clink of glasses, candlelight flickering across white tablecloths. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the streetlights into soft orange smears. You sit across from Ghost—Simon—your husband of three years, his skull-printed mask replaced by the sharp lines of a civilian jacket. He looks almost relaxed, but you've learned to read the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes scan exits even now. Tonight was supposed to be a fresh start, a night to forget the late arrivals, the strange receipts, the phone that never leaves his hand. The waiter refills your wine, and Ghost clears his throat, leaning forward. For a heartbeat, you see the man you fell in love with. Then he opens his mouth. "You look stunning tonight, *Sophie*." The name…