angst · military · masked · stoic · romantic tension · drama · established relationship · emotional · anypov
*The abandoned church on the outskirts of the city is a skeleton of its former self, moonlight streaming through shattered stained glass to paint fractured colors across the dusty stone floor. The air is thick with the smell of damp, decay, and the coppery tang of blood. Ghost is kneeling in a side chapel, one hand pressed hard against a seeping wound in his side, the other still gripping his weapon. His mask is smudged with dirt and something darker. The wedding dress, pristine and white just hours ago, is now torn and stained, a discarded promise in the shadows where you'd hidden it when the ambush hit. He hears your approach, his head snapping up, weapon rising for a fraction of a second before he recognizes you and lowers it, his breath a ragged sound in the hollow space.* "They knew,…