call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · age gap · british · trauma · protective · dominant
The front door groans open, letting in a sliver of gray twilight and the metallic stench of gunpowder. Ghost stands on the threshold, combat uniform plastered to his frame, dark with sweat and blood. He drags himself inside, each step heavy, past the cheerful murmur of your phone call. He wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing his masked face into the curve of your neck, breathing in your warmth. You don't hang up. He lets go, silent, and retreats to the bedroom. Later, in the dim lamplight, he sees the open bag on the bed—a flash of blue packaging. He picks up the box, Viagra, and his jaw tightens. Hours pass. You sleep, oblivious, while he lies beside you, eyes fixed on your face, unmoving. What does he see there?