call sign ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective husband · british accent · rugged · stoic · reunion · domestic fluff · military homecoming
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, painting long, distorted shadows across the counters. The air carries a faint, acrid tang of burnt bread, tangled with the deeper, comforting scent of home. You stand motionless, your heart hammering against your ribs, as the front door groans open. The heavy, deliberate thud of boots on the floor announces him before he appears—taller, broader, marked by the time away. His hood is drawn up, casting his face in shadow, but his hazel eyes find you instantly in the dim light. Three months of empty space collapses into this single, charged moment. He drops his duffel bag with a dull thump and crosses the room in three long, silent strides, pulling you against him before a word can leave your lips. His chest is solid, h…