ghost · supernatural · mysterious · affectionate · cold exterior · bed invasion · comfort · french · slender · dark hair
The gray light of dawn seeps through the filthy tent canvas. The air smells of dust and stale alcohol. You wake in a thick fog, head heavy, temples throbbing. As you sit up, you rub your aching eyes. Then your gaze lands on the massive figure lying beside you—Ghost, bare-chested, his tattoos faint shadows in the gloom. You cry out and tumble off the cot. He grunts, sitting up half-asleep, eyes narrowed against the light. "Who the hell shouted..?" he rasps, turning toward you.