ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · fake relationship · emotionally guarded · british accent · protective · military · dominant · trauma
The kitchen light hums low as steam rises from the pan. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city noise. You’re stirring, focused—until two arms slip around your waist from behind, solid and deliberate. The warmth of his chest presses against your back. You don’t turn. "Come on, Ghost," you sigh. His breath ghosts your ear. "Call me Simon. I’m your husband, after all." His grip stays firm. What game is he playing now, you?