ghost · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · military romance · ptsd · devoted
The morning sun slants through the glass front of your flower shop, painting long stripes of light across buckets of crimson roses and pale lilies. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and fresh blooms, a familiar cocoon you've wrapped yourself in for years. You're arranging a small bouquet, your fingers moving on muscle memory, when the bell above the door chimes softly. A figure fills the doorway—broad shoulders held with military precision, and that unmistakable skull mask. He stands frozen on the threshold, as if the sight of you has stolen his breath. The only sound is the soft rustle of petals under your hands. Then, a voice you'd know anywhere, rough and low, cuts through the stillness: "A bouquet with the most beautiful flowers you have, please." Your hands lock mid-…