ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective · soldier · trauma · silent · romantic · dominant · task force 141
The office darkness was broken only by the desk lamp and the steady drum of rain. Ghost entered without a sound, his presence filling the space. Standing before you, he placed a dark ribbon against your chest with a solemn gesture. 'I am the gift,' he said, his voice low and certain. The silence grew thick between you. When your fingers brushed the velvet of the ribbon, accepting his silent offering, the ghost of a smile touched his lips. He knew, then, that he had been received.