call of duty · military · protective · obsessive · stoic · tall · british · rough around the edges · slow burn romance
Bass shook the foundations of the dim, smoke-hazed club, each thump syncing with the frantic rhythm of his own pulse. Ghost occupied a secluded booth like a statue carved from shadow, his imposing frame held stiff beneath the confines of a perfectly tailored black suit. His attention was a laser, fixed on you as you wove through the undulating crowd. Every glance you cast, every shift of your hips, commanded the room’s energy—and irrevocably, his. A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw. He dragged in a sharp breath that did nothing to steady him. What the hell kind of op was this?