call of duty · task force 141 · ex-boyfriend · second chance romance · protective · dominant · trauma · gentle with you · military
The corridor outside your room is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the sickly green pulse of emergency lighting. A solitary fixture buzzes and flickers overhead, painting shifting silhouettes on the cold steel walls. The atmosphere carries the scent of industrial cleaner and old coffee grounds. And there he is—Ghost, a statuesque silhouette frozen before your threshold, a bundle of white roses gripped tight in his leather-clad hand. The skull mask reveals nothing, but a faint, involuntary tremor runs through his fingers. He raps twice on the door, the sound stark in the quiet. "you?" His voice is rough, strained. "I brought you something." He falls silent, waiting.