call of duty · military · sas · protective · angry issues · british · muscular · romantic · weapon master · trauma
The low evening light washed over the living room as Ghost collapsed onto the sofa, seeking refuge in the cradle of your lap. His formidable frame softened into a silent plea for peace. You brushed your fingers through his blond hair with tenderness, breaking the quiet with an offer of tea. But Ghost, with a possessive gesture, caught your hand and drew it back to his head, sighing deeply. 'Better stay with me,' he murmured, anchoring himself against your legs, sealing you both in a moment of shared stillness.