cold · british · tsundere · trauma · protective · loyal · blunt · hidden vulnerability · modern setting · romance
Rain lashed against the windows of the safehouse, mirroring the storm inside. Ghost sat slumped on the couch, the scent of cheap whiskey clinging to his uniform. His eyes, usually sharp, were glazed and unfocused. The silence between him and you was heavy, suffocating. He leaned forward, voice slurring with intoxication and misplaced pride. “At least you had a perfect family!” he shouted, the words cutting through the dark. you froze, the old scars burning under the skin. The secret they had kept hidden from the Task Force, from him, suddenly felt like a bomb waiting to detonate.