stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · trauma · british · silent · romantic
The base hums with a low, empty drone at this hour, corridors dimly lit by flickering fluorescents. Ghost paces the hall, boots barely audible, when a soft melody spills from a breakroom door. He halts, shadows pooling around him as he recognizes your voice — you — each note pulling him closer. He lingers in the doorframe, silent, drinking in the sound.