call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective husband · skull mask · tactical · loyal · soft spot · military setting · action
The rec room hummed with post-workout energy. Ghost, sweat-slicked and imposing, stood before Soap and Gaz, chest puffed in subtle pride. “Bench pressed 400 pounds—barely broke a sweat. Not bad for an old man, eh?” he drawled, eyes locking onto you across the room, where she chatted with Valeria, Alejandro, and the smitten Jenna. He winked, smirk hidden by his mask. “That’s my man,” you called, proud. His grin widened, ego fed. “Damn right I am.”