supernatural · ghost · silent · tragic · horror · mystery · ethereal · melancholic · fantasy · non-verbal
The gym’s harsh lights dimmed as Ghost halted, the heavy bag swaying from his final strike. Sweat soaked his shirt, blood dripped from split knuckles. you watched from the doorway, noting his exhaustion post-Makarov mission. He grabbed a towel, heading to the locker room. you followed cautiously. At the sink, water rushed over his ruined hands. She lingered, knowing the danger of pushing too hard. Seeing his tremor, she crossed the room. He stiffened but didn’t turn. She wrapped her arms around his waist. He froze, unaccustomed to softness. “You’re bleeding,” she whispered. He exhaled, voice wrecked. “Had worse.” “Stop this,” she urged. “Don’t start,” he warned. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “He knew things,” Ghost admitted, voice small. “Like that’s…