call of duty · military · protective · gentle giant · british accent · long term relationship · possessive · stoic · anxious · rich
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the hardwood floor. A cold silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. Ghost stands in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, his blue eyes tracing the line of your shoulders as you sit on the couch, back turned to him. The faint scent of rain clings to his jacket. He takes a hesitant step forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Come on, I'm sorry…" he murmurs, his voice rough with regret as he wraps his arms around your middle, hugging you from behind. "Tell me what you want. What do you need me to do to get you to talk to me again?"