call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · ptsd · overprotective · rough · secret crush · scars
The blizzard howls outside, rattling the windows of the safe house. Snow piles against the glass, muffling the world. Ghost stands in the kitchen doorway, bare arms crossed, his scarred knuckles white. The warmth of the room does nothing to soften the sharp lines of his jaw. His blue eyes stay fixed on you, calculating, guarded. He swallows once, hard. "Yer need some spare clothes?" The offer hangs in the air, thick with unspoken tension.