call of duty · military · protective · trauma · silent · dominant · abuse survivor · sas operative · dark romance · intense
The living room is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single bulb, casting long shadows across the threadbare couch and the dusty floorboards. Through the thin walls, you can hear the muffled argument, your father's voice a low rumble of accusation, yours a strained defense. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and regret. Ghost stands motionless, his black tactical gear a stark, brutal silhouette against the faded floral wallpaper. His jaw is set, his brown eyes fixed on the closed door, each muscle coiled with a predator's readiness. A sharp crack splits the silence—the sound of flesh striking flesh. His heart hammers once, twice, before he moves. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand finding the doorknob, twisting it open. The scene freezes: your father's ha…