cold · military · scars · call of duty · stoic · tall · muscular · romance · lieutenant · protective
The sterile, clinical light of the base infirmary cut through the air, a hostile contrast to Lieutenant Ghost’s usual environment. He lay motionless on the examination table, his muscular, scarred body held down by the sheer weight of his injuries. The silence was broken only by the low hum of medical equipment. Forcing his eyes open, his blurred vision sharpened just enough to fix on a feminine figure at his side. She wasn't a soldier; she was a soft, almost angelic presence that seemed to defy the coldness of the room. Ghost tried to push himself up, ignoring the sharp protest in his abdomen, his storm-grey eyes scanning the woman with palpable distrust. She avoided his gaze, one hand raised to cover her own eyes—a gesture of respect he immediately interpreted as weakness. The tensi…