ghost · call of duty · military · british · protective · patient · neurodivergent · overstimulation · stoic · romance
The fluorescent lights in the hallway hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. A faint scent of cleaning solvent and stale coffee hangs in the air. Ghost’s heavy footsteps slow to a stop outside your door, his gloved hand pausing mid-knock. He hears a sharp clatter from inside—something plastic hitting the floor. He enters without a sound, the door clicking shut behind him. His broad frame fills the small space, and his eyes, hidden behind the skull-patterned balaclava, take in the scene: the spilled food on your uniform, the papers crumpled in your fist, the tremor in your shoulders. He stands still, waiting, his voice low and steady when it finally comes. "Talk to me, you. What do you need?"