stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · trauma · british · silent · romantic
The base settles into a deep, hollow quiet in the dead of night, the only sound the faint hum of distant machinery. Ghost moves through the dim corridor, a shadow among shadows, when a melody breaks the silence—soft, unguarded, and unmistakably yours. He stops as if struck, boots silent on the concrete. The sound draws him to the breakroom door. He lingers there, a silhouette framed in the doorway, listening, letting each note settle deep inside the armor he always wears.