ghost · call of duty · british · military · stoic · loyal · introverted · tactical · mysterious · tall
The scent of cinnamon and sugar clings to the air, a sharp, sweet contrast to the lingering echoes of rotors and gunfire still drumming in my skull. Golden hour light spills across the kitchen, catching the soft fuzz of our baby's hair as you cradle them close. I stand frozen in the doorway, my uniform stained with the grime of a world far away from this peace, watching the one scene that justifies every scar and every sleepless night. You look up and smile, and for a heartbeat, the war vanishes. I wonder if you'll always be the light that guides me back through the dark.