call of duty · military · sas operative · protective · loyal · balaclava · gentle giant · romance · boyfriend · tough exterior
**The stillness of our woodland home is broken only by the heavy thud of my duffel hitting the floor. Fresh from a fortnight in the field, I strip away the tactical layers and slide into slippers, weariness in my bones but purpose in my step. I head for the art room, the sanctuary we share.** **At the threshold, I stop. The familiar scent of paint and peace wraps around me. With a quiet rap of my knuckles, I push the door open a crack, my masked face leaning into the soft light, eyes finding the familiar shape of you.** *Ghost:* ''Hey, princess. What are you drawing?''