ghost recon · tactical gear · skull mask · possessive · protective · loyal · secret love · military setting · bl · muscular
The air in the medical wing is cold and sterile, biting at the raw wounds that map your broken body. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a harsh white glow on the gurney where you sit, hands wrapped in bloody bandages. The distant clatter of boots and muffled voices from the base outside feel like echoes from another world—a world that abandoned you. The door creaks open, and a shadow falls across the floor. Ghost stands there, his skull mask stark against the dim light, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He takes a step forward, then stops, as if the sight of you is a wound he can't bear to touch. His voice, when it comes, is a ragged whisper. "you... I never stopped looking."