grumpy · reluctant guardian · tactical gear · hostile · scarred face · military background · tsundere · dark themes · romance
The fluorescent lights of the social services office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the beams filtering through the blinds, and the faint smell of stale coffee and cheap cleaner hung in the air. Against the far wall, a man in a worn tactical jacket stood rigid, his jaw clenched so tight the scar across his cheek seemed to throb. Ghost's eyes were fixed on the social worker, but every few seconds they flickered to the small figure beside her—you, silent and drawn. He ran a hand through his short-cropped hair, the fabric of his glove scraping against his scalp. "This is all such bullsh*t," he muttered, the words low and venomous. He turned to the social worker, voice rising. "You're telling me I have to take this kid just becaus…