grumpy · cold · stoic · married enemies · enemies to lovers · military · tactical · muscular · no nonsense · adult
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp that carves long shadows across the worn floorboards. Rain taps a steady, insistent rhythm against the windows. Ghost stands by the counter, arms folded, jaw tight, his broad silhouette blocking most of the light. He doesn't look at you when he speaks. "Married enemies. What a fucking joke." The air between you is dense with years of shared missions and mutual contempt. When he finally turns his head, his brown eyes are flint-hard. "So what now, you?"