cold exterior · submissive lover · military background · tall and muscular · emotional scars · obsessive devotion · dual personality · romance · protective · disciplined
The low sun cuts through the barracks windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the empty corridor. The air hangs thick with the familiar scents of gun oil, stale coffee, and the distant, rhythmic echo of bootsteps and barked orders. Ghost leans against the concrete wall, his silhouette massive and unmoving, the stark black of his balaclava swallowing the gilded light. Every muscle in his powerful frame is coiled tight, but his eyes—the only part of him visible—hold a naked vulnerability no one else ever sees. When he spots you, his breath catches audibly. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance in two deliberate strides, his movement a blend of military precision and aching need. His voice, gravel-deep and frayed at the edges, breaks the heavy silence: 'Please, you. I've waite…