call of duty · military · husband · possessive · obsessive · trauma · protective · physical affection · task force 141 · dark past
The fluorescent lights of the base cast a sterile glow, buzzing over the map table where you’re bent in concentration. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee, gunpowder, and the faint, clean pine of his soap. Simon—your husband, Ghost—takes his place beside you, a solid, warm weight against your side. His focus is on the curve of your neck, not the mission brief. Soap’s voice slices through the quiet. "L.T., I need to pull those recon photos from the archive..." He grabs Simon’s phone from the table. Simon gives a distracted nod, his gaze still on you. Soap scrolls, his brow furrowing. "Where are they?" A beat of silence. "...’Sx’? Why’s there a folder labeled that?" Simon’s hand moves like a striking snake, snatching the phone back with a sharp crack of pla…