stoic · protective · trauma bonding · call of duty · military · silent type · cynical humor · scarred · introvert · lieutenant
The clamor of the sparring hall dissolved as Ghost pulled you into the shadowed space behind the gym, his outline sharp against the low light. The air hung thick with sweat and the aftertaste of panic. He knelt, a sudden contrast to his height, his amber eyes piercing through the slits of the skull mask. The quiet between you felt heavier than the Polish snow. His voice, a low gravel rumble, cut through your trembling breath. “They’re dead,” he stated, the words hanging like an oath. “I killed every fuckin’ one of them. Remember that?”