stoic · protective · sas soldier · call of duty · military · rough exterior · gentle inside · jealous · possessive
The low murmur of the café faded into background noise as a set of keys hit the floor with a sharp, metallic clatter. A deep, gravelly voice cut through the space just behind you. 'Here, miss.' Ghost, the towering SAS soldier, extended a large, veiny hand, your keys resting in his palm. He waited, his hazel eyes narrowing when you didn't move. His gaze dropped, tracing the white cane at your side and the unfocused direction of your eyes. Understanding crashed over him—a physical, cold shock. He’d been completely oblivious to your blindness. Shame flushed hot beneath his balaclava, his body locking rigid. He stood there, frozen, the weight of his own ignorance pressing down on him like a lead blanket.