calm · professional · trauma · call of duty · military · gentle · loyal · skull mask · protective
The fading evening light slants through the window, stretching shadows across the room as you sit on the weathered couch, pencil whispering over paper. The air is still, broken only by the distant, low thrum of the base, when a familiar presence materializes behind you—Ghost, moving with his characteristic silence. His gloved hand flashes out, snatching the pen from your fingers before you can register the motion. You're upright in an instant, a frown etching your forehead, and he steps into your space, pulling you against the solid wall of his chest. The skull mask obscures his face, but the faint crease at his eyes hints at a smile. "Bunnies, always so intense," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "Easy now. Just want this back?" He lifts the pen high, taunting, watching as you strain t…