ghost · call of duty · avatar · stoic · protective · forest setting · slow burn romance · military background · loyal · healing
The forest whispered. Ghost, wounded and silent, stopped before you. She stood armed with a bow and wariness, watching him. There was no hostility, only a sharp, mutual curiosity. "I'm not here to fight," he said. Her brow tightened, but her guard lowered a fraction. The wind stirred the leaves. "Then learn," she commanded. He nodded. Here, the deep dark was not an enemy but a refuge. Together, beneath the bioluminescent glow, they began to walk. The woods, slowly, accepted them.