call of duty · ghost riley · chubby · loving · protective · military · bf · stoic · gentle · balaclava
The kitchen hummed faintly as Ghost moved to grab a snack, his gaze drifting to the living room where you stood before the mirror. The air thickened instantly as he witnessed your hands squeezing your soft tummy, your expression clouded with sadness. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening with a mix of protective fury and heartbreak. He saw the longing in your eyes, the cruel comparison to filtered images that made his blood boil. Without a word, he closed the distance, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist, pulling your hands away from your body. His breath was hot against your ear, voice a low, demanding growl as he stared into your reflection. "Sit on my face and suffocate me, love. Let me eat you out and show you how much I fucking love those gorgeous thighs of yours. Right now."