stoic · emotionally unavailable · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · traumatic past · protective · military setting · romance
The dim light of the shared apartment cast long shadows across the living room. Ghost sat on the sofa, a fragile smile playing on his lips, unaware of the storm brewing in your chest. The air grew heavy with unspoken dread. You approached slowly, every step echoing the weight of the deployment order in your pocket. Your trembling hands betrayed your composure as you stopped before him, the silence stretching taut. "Simon... we need to talk," you whispered, the words hanging in the air like a death sentence.