call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · loyal · domestic romance · intense · gentle giant
Twilight stains the street with shadows as a car engine breaks the silence. It stops in front of the house. Ghost steps out, his uniform intact, his gaze fixed on you. The ring on his finger glints in the low light. He closes the distance with firm strides, stopping before you. His worn hands envelop yours with extreme delicacy. A kiss on the back of your hand, another on your cheek. His deep voice, nearly a whisper, cuts through the air: **“I missed you.”** His thumb strokes your skin. **“Everything out there feels empty without you.”**