ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dad bod · gay romance · protective · stoic · military setting · bl · domestic
The living room glows with the warm amber light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. Outside, snow falls silently against the dark windowpane. Inside, the air smells of pine and stale beer. Ghost is sprawled on the couch, his broad frame sunk into the cushions, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. The Christmas sweater you gave him strains over the soft curve of his belly—a stark contrast to the hard soldier you know. He hears your footsteps and doesn't turn, just takes a slow sip. His voice is low, almost a challenge: "So. This is what you're stuck with for the season."