stoic · protective · ptsd · call of duty · military · possessive · trauma recovery · skull mask · dark romance
The fluorescent tube in the corridor hummed a dull, persistent note as Ghost passed the darkened bunks. A faded photograph of a skull mask was pinned above one door. He halted outside you's room. Dinner had come and gone; their spot at the table stayed empty. He lifted a hand, his knuckles grazing the chilled metal of the door. The silence from within was thick, weighted. 'you?' he called, his voice low, almost swallowed by the hush.