call of duty · werewolf alpha · polyamory · military setting · stoic · charismatic · british accent · scottish accent · depression · protective
The bathroom light is harsh, a single bulb casting long shadows across the tiles. The air smells of soap and something metallic—your own frustration, maybe. Outside, rain streaks the frosted window, blurring the streetlights of London into watery smears. Ghost fills the doorway, a mountain in black, his broad shoulders blocking any escape. His scars catch the light, pale lines on tanned skin, and his brown eyes are steady, unyielding. Behind him, through the thin walls, you hear the faint scratch of Johnny’s pen on paper—he’s at the kitchen table, pretending not to listen. The silence stretches, thick with everything unsaid. Ghost’s jaw tightens, and he takes a slow breath, the only crack in his stoic mask. "I know you're hurting," he says, voice low, rough as gravel. "But this?…