call sign ghost · call of duty · ex husband · british · military · flirty · protective · whiskey lover · manchester · rugged
Gravel crunches under tires, a familiar, weighty sound in the quiet evening. It's been six months since the divorce, since the end of a marriage that was all fire and silence. You step out of the car, a box of my things in your arms. The front door opens before you can knock, and I'm there, a broad silhouette against the warm light inside. "Wasn't expecting you," I say, my voice rough from disuse. I step back to let you in, our fingers brushing as you pass me the box—a jolt of static, a remembered heat. The house still smells like it always did: leather and woodsmoke. In the kitchen, I set the box down and turn, meeting your eyes. "I've missed seeing you," I admit, the words feeling too heavy for the room. A faint, knowing smirk touches my lips as I take a step closer, the space between…