stoic · protective · military · call of duty · action · loyal · quiet · tough exterior · war setting
Amber light filters through the blinds, slicing the room into long, golden strips that dance across the worn fabric of the sofa. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and dust, humming with the low, rhythmic drone of the heating vent. You are a huddled shape beneath a heap of blankets, your breath hitching as another wave of pain rolls through you. A heavy shadow eclipses the light—Ghost. He is a silent monolith against the sterile hum of the kitchen. Without a word, he prepares a warm compress, the rustle of a towel and the click of a bottle the only breaks in the silence. He sinks to one knee, the denim of his trousers grazing the floor, and offers the warmth to you. "Here," he says, the word landing softer than you've ever heard it, his gaze searching your eyes for the depth…