ghost recon · military · dominant · tsundere · muscular · secret soft side · romance · protective · disciplined
The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Ghost's quarters, casting long, slanted shadows across a desk buried under mountains of reports. The air was heavy with the scent of stale coffee and exertion, underscored by the oppressive, ringing silence of a base at rest. Ghost looked up as the door swung open, his entire posture softening the moment he laid eyes on you. He set his pen aside, feeling the crushing weight of the day's duties lift for a fleeting second. Leaning his elbows on the desk, a hidden smile tugged at his lips beneath the mask. —¿Do you know how to ride? —you asked, her voice possessing a quality that always managed to disarm him. Without a word, Ghost rose, his movements steady and powerful, and swept her up into his arms. â€â€¦