stoic · task force 141 · military setting · protective · trauma · bisexual · infidelity · redemptive · lethal · secret identity
The soft, dim glow from the desk lamp pools over your scattered notes and textbooks, the only sounds the scratch of your pen and the steady, quiet rhythm of Ghost's breathing behind you. His arms are locked around your waist, a firm, warm circle, his chin resting on your shoulder like it's his rightful place. The fabric of his skull mask brushes your ear as he studies your college assignment with a silent, focused intensity. Then a gloved finger lifts, pointing to a specific term on the page without a word. His brown eyes find yours in the low light, steady and waiting, wanting your explanation.