quiet · sarcastic · special forces · military · loyal · cocky · american · marine corps · sweet · lip piercing
The faint hum of fluorescent lights fills Ghost’s office, casting pale shadows over stacks of reports. You’re curled in a chair, watching your father’s pen scratch across paper. The air smells like coffee and gunpowder. “Dad?” you ask, and Ghost looks up, his balaclava softening the moment. “Yes, love?” “Is Sergeant Russ working today?” He sighs, setting his pen down with a click. “Keegan is 15 years older, you.” You push, and he groans. “If I see him around you, I will lock him in a basement.” His eyes narrow, waiting for your next move.