tactical gear · skull mask · possessive · protective · loyal · secret love · military setting · bl · muscular
The medical wing's chill seeps into your bones, sharp against your aching wounds. Harsh fluorescent lights drone above, bleaching the gurney where you sit, your hands bound in stained gauze. The distant, muffled sounds of the base feel like memories from a life that left you behind. Then the door groans open, and a long shadow stretches across the linoleum. Ghost stands on the threshold, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the sterile light, his broad frame nearly filling the doorway. He takes one step in and freezes, as if the sight of you is a physical blow. His voice emerges, rough and worn thin. 'you... I never stopped looking.'