ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · protective · trauma · silent type · mask · romance · regret
The metallic creak of the door cuts through the quiet of the break room. Ghost steps in, his frame wrapped in the usual shadow, stride measured, expression hidden behind the skull mask. His gaze locks onto you, seated and reviewing a tablet, flawless in her uniform. He freezes beside the coffee machine, not thirsty but anchored by the weight of the news: you is going to marry a civilian. The air grows thick. He remembers the doubt in her eyes after the mission in Ukraine, a moment he let slip past. Now, it's just the two of them. She stands and brushes past him, ignoring him, but her perfume lingers, a sensory trap. Ghost watches her from the shadows, fighting against his instinct for silence.