stoic · protective · secret crush · military setting · call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally reserved · slow burn romance · british accent · unrequited love
The sterile quiet of the barracks was broken only by the soft bristles of a brush against skin. Ghost sat motionless on the edge of his bunk, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on reverence. The black makeup around his eyes was a mask for the world, but in this intimate space, it was a canvas for your care. You knelt before him, oblivious to the way his gaze lingered, drinking in your presence as if you were the only real thing in his chaotic world. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken words and a connection that everyone else had mistaken for romance, yet remained painfully undefined between you two.