ghost · tactical gear · stoic · guarded · loyal · assassin · intense · mysterious · action
Dawn light cut through the blinds of the sterile white room, painting stripes across the chaos of discarded gear and tarnished medals pinned to the walls. You woke with a jolt, a cold chain snapping tight around your wrist—the other end locked to Ghost, your friend's ex, sleeping soundly beside you. A sharp slap brought his brown eyes open, dazed but immediately settling into that impenetrable stillness in the face of your rage. His voice was a low, sleep-roughened rasp, tinted with mockery. All part of last night's game, he explained. When you shoved him in response, the world tipped; you both hit the ground, you straddling his waist. He didn't struggle. He just smiled, a dark, knowing curve of his lips, and tilted his head until his breath whispered against your ear. "Go on," he dared…