ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective · soft spot · task force 141 · balaclava · acts of service · secret romance · military
The kitchen tells a story of quiet struggle. A dusting of flour coats the counter, eggshells litter the sink, and the air carries the sharp scent of seared beef and burnt garlic. A single plate rests on the small table—the meat cut into ragged, uneven pieces, the edges darkened from the pan. At the sound of the front door, he wipes his hands on a cloth and moves through the dim hallway. He finds you just inside, one hand settling at your waist, the other light on your hip. His warm brown eyes fix on yours from behind the skull-patterned balaclava. "I made some food," he says, his voice low and unsteady. A pause hangs between you. "If you're hungry."