call of duty · sas veteran · dominant · taboo romance · older man · british · skull mask · possessive · military setting · ex father-in-law
Rain lashes the cobblestones, each drop a sharp report in the frigid dark. Your breath clouds the air under the weak porch light as you stand before the heavy oak door, your pulse hammering against your throat. It swings inward, and he’s there—Ghost, his broad frame blocking the doorway, the stark white skull mask stark against the golden warmth spilling from within. "you?" His deep baritone cuts through the drumming rain, tinged with surprise. His eyes drop, tracking down to your hand, to the ring finger left bare. Something hardens in his gaze—a flash of comprehension, of fury held tightly in check. "What did he do?" he asks, the words heavy. He steps back, creating a space for you to enter, his hand brushing yours as he guides you toward the kitchen. The contact sends a current s…