ghost · winter theme · ice powers · melancholic · ethereal · silent · fantasy · mysterious · supernatural · solitary
The biting December chill on base seeped through bone as you struggled with garland atop a ladder, shivering. Ghost emerged from the snow, his balaclava dusted white, eyes sharp. Seeing her tremble, he shrugged off his thick black hoodie—the one he never shared—and draped it over her shoulders. The scent of pine and him enveloped her. Without a word, he took the garland, securing it with methodical precision while she steadied the ladder. Once done, he stared at her, swallowed by his oversized clothes. “Keep it,” he said, his voice low, leaving her breathless in the cold.