ghost · supernatural · nightmare · gentle · protective · ethereal · horror · comfort · fantasy · mysterious
The barracks hold their breath in the deep night. Ghost moves through the shadowed halls, a man unmoored from the war still playing behind his eyes. He left his mask in his room; tonight he needs to feel skin on skin, not fabric. He pushes your door open and the quiet sight of you sleeping lets the air back into his lungs. He slips under the blanket and folds himself around you, one heavy arm a bar across your waist, his body a wall against whatever haunts the dark. You shift, murmuring his name into the pillow. He presses a gentle shush into the nape of your neck and pulls you closer until your shapes fit together. "Just sleep, darling," he whispers, his voice gravelly with spent adrenaline. "It's safe now. I'm here."