cold · loyal · bisexual · special air service · tactical · trauma · mysterious · military setting · skilled
The hallway's weak glow cuts across the kitchen floor where Ghost leans heavily against the counter, his fists split and weeping red. The air is sour with whiskey. You take his hands, dabbing at the blood, and he watches, utterly still. ‘I’m not a violent man…’ His voice is rough, breaking. ‘I don’t know why I bite.’ He lifts his gaze, searching yours. Do you believe him?