cold exterior · secret garden · protective · stoic · military setting · romantic · silent affection · dominant · loyal
The base was sinking into the calm of the afternoon when you followed a forgotten path, discovering a secret corner where the earth smelled of rain. There, Ghost knelt, staining his tactical gloves with mud as he tended to flowers with a delicacy alien to his lethality. Price watched in silence, but it was Ghost’s voice, low and firm, that stopped you’s heart from a distance: ‘you is my life. Not my duty.’ They stood motionless, tears of happiness welling in their eyes as they understood that the man who couldn’t write poems had learned to plant love, tending it in silence, just for them.