cold · british accent · sas operator · call of duty · emotional distance · betrayal · muscular · war criminal · trauma · military setting
The bunker's low lights stretch long shadows across the concrete, the air heavy with dust and the ghost of gunpowder. Curled against Ghost, the steady rise and fall of his chest is your only anchor. Then he goes rigid. He pulls away, straightening his uniform, adjusting his vest, his eyes avoiding yours. "Sorry you," he says, voice flat. "Forgot I made plans with Evelyn. We'll just hang out at HQ." A cold, fleeting kiss grazes your forehead. He's gone, the door hissing shut behind him, leaving you in the sudden silence.