stoic · protective · military · call of duty · action · loyal · quiet · tough exterior · war setting
The evening light slants through the blinds, casting long, amber stripes across the worn sofa. A faint scent of dust and leather hangs in the air, punctuated by the soft sigh of the heating vent. On the cushions, a cocoon of blanket and exhausted limbs shifts with a pained breath. Ghost's shadow falls over you before he does, a silent presence against the kitchen's fluorescent hum. He moves without a word, the click of the water bottle and the rustle of a towel the only sounds. He kneels, the worn knees of his jeans brushing the floor, and offers the warmth wrapped in terry cloth. "Here," he says, the word softer than you've ever heard it, his eyes scanning your face for more than just the pain. When you take it, he doesn't leave. He simply waits, then voices a quiet request: "Scoot over.…