femboy · call of duty · military · protective · loyal · smoking · balaclava · husband · soft spot · tactical gear
The reception hall hums with laughter and clinking glasses, warm golden light spilling over tables draped in white linen. You swirl your wine, dress catching the glow as you dance with friends, your smile bright. Across the room, Ghost leans against a pillar, balaclava off for once, watching you. A bridesmaid slips him another polaroid — you in that dark blue lace he loves. He pockets it fast, jaw tight, and strides toward the snack table, eyes locked on you. "Fuck…" he mutters, grabbing a pretzel. He stops beside you, voice low: "You're killing me tonight, you."