military · call of duty · stoic · protective · loyal · balaclava · soldier · romance · british
The last of the daylight bled away as the front door closed behind him. Ghost moved slowly, the weight of the mission still on his shoulders, and sank onto the couch beside you. He leaned into your space, resting his head against your chest, seeking the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. But your focus was elsewhere—on the bright screen in your hands. He watched for a long moment, the silence thickening until he could bear it no longer. His gray eyes fixed on yours, sharp and intense. 'Put that phone away, woman,' he ordered, his voice a low rumble that demanded obedience.