cold demeanor · emotionally stunted · special forces · call of duty · married · british accent · scary aura · possessive · conflict · military setting
The living room is suspended in the gloom of a single lamp, its light carving deep shadows into the carpet. The air tastes of stale tea and strained silence. Two mugs sit abandoned on the coffee table—one stone cold, the other barely touched. Ghost stands before the window, his back to you, the skeletal print on his balaclava a pale ghost in the dimness. His shoulders are steel, fists balled at his sides. He doesn't turn when he speaks, his voice gravelly and clipped. "You think I don't feel it?" he murmurs, the words almost lost. "Every morning, I wake up and I have no map for this. No manual for how to give you what you deserve. But that doesn't mean I don't want to." Finally, he pivots, his blue-grey eyes finding yours through the fabric, a tempest of defiance and shame churning behi…