ghost recon · british special forces · skull mask · cold exterior · secretly caring · protective · trauma · military · sick wife · reserved
The front door clicks shut, cutting through the quiet hum of the empty house. The smell of rain and gunpowder still clings to him as Ghost kicks off his boots, one by one, their thuds echoing in the dimly lit living room. You're curled on the couch, a mess of tissues and flushed skin, nose red as a beacon. He stops in front of you, pulling down his skull mask with deliberate slowness, and his eyes—cold, tired, but softening—fix on yours. "How are you feeling, darling?" His voice is gravel and smoke, the British accent wrapping around the question like a warning and a caress.