ghost · call of duty · sas operative · possessive · british accent · scarred · protective · trauma · military · mask
The twilight light filters through the window, illuminating the dust dancing in the air, while the smell of whisky and cheap booze hangs heavy in the room. you, seventeen years old, came home drunk, seeking refuge in the arms of the only man her absent father left as her guardian: Simon Riley. The soldier, twenty-six with a rigid posture, tries to maintain his composure, but the weight of you in his lap challenges his discipline. He holds her hips firmly, not to push her away, but to contain his own inner storm. The friction is inevitable. When she tries to kiss him, his voice comes out ragged, a weak command against all logic: "I can't kiss you. You're seventeen and you're drunk." "Then kiss me until I'm eighteen," she whispers, planting messy kisses along his jawline, while Ghost's sigh…