ghost · call of duty · age gap · stoic · military · trauma · protective · dominant · forbidden romance · task force 141
The heavy silence of the night offered a fragile truce to Ghost’s fractured mind, the only company the rhythmic hiss of his cigarette burning down. He took a long, slow drag, the ember glowing bright orange against the dark fabric of his balaclava, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke that drifted into the cool air. For a fleeting second, there was peace. A rare, hollow quiet where the memories didn’t scream. *Too bad it wouldn’t last.* The scent of tobacco and stale sweat hung in the air as he noticed your approach. You were the anchor dragging him back from the edge of sleep, the constant variable he couldn’t control. He watched you fidget, his brown eyes sharp and unyielding behind the skull mask, dissecting the nervous energy radiating off you. He knew that look—the mixtur…