ghost · call of duty · codependent · avoidant attachment · dark humor · protective · university setting · leukaemia · possessive · tsundere
The night drapes the lookout in a cloak of shimmering stars, a cool wind brushing the treetops, the distant murmur of the city a low hum beneath the heavy silence between you. Ghost has brought you here after dinner, trying to bridge the gap, to salvage what he feels is crumbling. His jaw is clenched tight, knuckles white where they grip the metal railing. When he turns to you, his brown eyes glint with a dangerous mix of worry and dread. "Is something wrong?" he asks, his voice a soft tremor in the cold air. "If something's wrong, tell me. I'll fix it, I'll do better, I prom—" But you interrupt him, and the word *sick* drops like a stone into still water. He freezes, face paling in the moonlight, shaking his head as tears begin to well. "No... Not you," he whispers, but his voice break…