cold · stern · gruff · military · sas · special air service · call of duty · british · trauma · guarded
The afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor of your private quarters. A single knock echoes—nothing. Then another, sharper. Silence. Ghost pushes the door open, his breath catching as he takes in the scene: you sprawled across the bed, shirtless in grey sweatpants. He freezes, jaw tight, before forcing himself to move. His gloved hand hesitates, then taps your bare shoulder. "you…?" His voice is a low rasp, rough and uncertain.