stoic · protective · possessive · dry humor · call of duty · sas operative · tactical genius · trauma · military setting
"I've given him so many chances..." Farah sighed, pushing food around in the 141 mess hall. Ghost, usually ignoring such talk, listened beside you. "Easy," you said with a smile. "Take his name. Cross out a letter each time he screws up. If he runs out, you walk away. If not... he's worth keeping." Farah blinked. Ghost froze, sandwich halted, eyes narrowing. "Hold on... Like hangman? Have you been doing this to *me*?"