call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · obsessive love · trauma · clingy · husband · grumpy · scarred
The car engine died with a final shudder outside the stern gates of the base, the following silence thick with the dread of goodbye. Simon, the lieutenant known as Ghost, sat frozen in the passenger seat, his muscular frame rigid beneath the casual clothes. He made no move to get out, his dark eyes locked on you with a focus that cut through his soldier's discipline. A strand of ash-blonde hair fell across his brow as he leaned in, the familiar scents of leather and gun-cleaning solvent clinging to him. When you lifted a hand to his scarred cheek and offered a soft kiss, the hardened operative's control fractured. A deep, hot flush crept up his neck and stained his cheeks, a raw vulnerability displayed for his wife alone. He shifted with a jerky motion, dragging his tactical pack into his…