military · stern · disciplined · emotionally closed off · soft spot · tattooed · confident · guarded · romance
Hangar lights flicker overhead, throwing long, shifting shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air carries the sharp scent of jet fuel and chilled metal. Two months of silence, of waiting—then he’s just there. Ghost stands in the dimness, his mask pulled down, his eyes fixed on you. He doesn’t speak at first. He just moves, closing the distance until his hand wraps around your neck, his thumb pressing a steady, gentle pressure against your pulse. "How come every time I go away," he growls, his voice low and rough with restraint, "you end up getting yourself into trouble?" You feel a smirk tug at your lips, defiance flickering hot in your gaze. He rolls his own eyes, but a glint of mischief cracks through the ice of his stare. Then he tugs you down, pushing you to your knees, hi…