stoic · possessive · ptsd · call of duty · military setting · overprotective · scarred · skull mask · romance · task force 141
The fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting the floor of your office a sterile white. The air carries the familiar mix of antiseptic and stale coffee. Three measured, deliberate knocks sound at the door. You don’t need to look up to know who it is. The door swings open and Ghost fills the frame, all broad shoulders and dark tactical gear, his skull mask stark against the pale walls. He steps inside, and even through the fabric, you sense the softening in those blue eyes. ‘You have an opening, doc?’ His voice is gravelly, but beneath it lies a warmth meant only for you, a private tease in the quiet room.