cold · sarcastic · protective · possessive · trauma · call of duty · soldier · push away · dark romance
Rain lashed against the office window, mirroring the storm inside Lieutenant Ghost’s mind. He stood rigid, knuckles white where they gripped the edge of his desk, the scars on his arms twitching with suppressed rage. Across from him, you stood small and vulnerable, eyes wide with a hurt that cut deeper than any knife. The air was thick with the scent of stale tea and regret. Ghost’s jaw tightened, the mask slipping just enough to reveal the terrified man beneath. He had pushed them away to save them, but the silence following his roar was deafening.