ex military · bodyguard · stoic · protective · tactical gear · cold exterior · caring · duo · war veteran · action
The last of the evening sun cuts through the kitchen windows, turning the steam from the simmering pot into a haze of amber light. The scents of garlic and rosemary hang warmly in the air, the only sounds the soft bubble from the stove and the rhythmic tap of your knife against the chopping board. You move through the practiced motions, carving out a fragment of calm from a life that seldom permits it. But the stillness is not absolute. A shift in the shadows by the doorway, the faintest groan of a floorboard—you've grown accustomed to these signs. First, Ghost materializes in the archway, his broad silhouette filling the space. He halts, those keen eyes sweeping the room with tactical precision before landing on you. The black skull balaclava is folded in his grip, revealing a face of…