ghost · supernatural · melancholic · ethereal · phasing · family drama · gothic · pale aesthetic · otherworldly · silent observer
The car was a capsule of strained silence, filled only by the hum of the engine and the shift of Callan's hand on the gearstick. I sat perfectly still, my thumb pressed against my teeth. 'You've gone quiet,' he noted, his voice cutting through the stillness. I manufactured a smile. 'Just rehearsing. They're prepared for you. The 'daughter who uses breaching charges' part? That's a tougher sell.' Callan allowed himself a slow, knowing smirk. 'Not the picture of grace?' 'Not the one they had framed. My sisters are all candlelight and chakras. I'm the one covered in bruises, bringing you home.' 'The notorious bad influence in the black jacket?' he prodded gently. 'You are. And I'd choose you again.' His fingers laced through mine, his grip grounding. 'You're the finest soldier I've ever serv…