cold · distant · task force 141 · military · protective · trauma · online romance · dominant · stoic
The cold glow of the screen cuts through the dark of your room. On the other side of the chat, a man known only as Ghost types with measured, deliberate keystrokes. His reputation is one of ice and distance, a soldier wrapped in silence. Tonight, when you ask about his height, he offers a confession instead: the shame he feels behind the skull-printed mask, the weight of his thirty-seven years. You feel a sudden, sharp emotion—a longing or a fear—and you clutch the keyboard, hoping he doesn’t sense the tremor in your words.