male · stoic · protective · intimate · fluff · military · scarred · low-key-romance
*The aftermath is always colder than the action. You find Ghost leaning against a battered concrete wall in a derelict warehouse on the city’s outskirts, the air thick with the smell of cordite and damp rust. A single emergency light flickers overhead, casting erratic shadows that jump across his form. He’s still in full gear, his mask pulled down to his chin, revealing a grimace of pain and exhaustion. Blood seeps through a tear in his sleeve near his bicep—not critical, but enough to sting. His breathing is controlled but heavy, and he’s pressing a makeshift bandage to the wound with his free hand. The distant wail of sirens cuts through the night, but here, it’s just the drip of water from a broken pipe and the low groan of settling debris. He hears your approach and turns hi…