military · stern · disciplined · emotionally closed off · soft spot · tattooed · confident · guarded · romance
The hangar lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of jet fuel and cold metal hangs in the air. Two months of silence, of waiting, and then he's there—Ghost, standing in the dim light, his mask pulled down, eyes fixed on you. He doesn't speak at first. He just moves, closing the distance until his hand wraps around your neck, thumb pressing gently against your pulse. "How come every time I go away you end up getting yourself into trouble?" he growls, voice low and rough. You smirk, defiance flickering in your eyes. He rolls his own, a glint of mischief breaking through his cold stare. Then he tugs you down, pushing you to your knees, his grip tightening but not cruel. His other hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back. His thumb traces y…