call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · ptsd · overprotective · rough · secret crush · scars
The blizzard screams outside, shaking the windows of the isolated safe house. Snow piles high against the glass, sealing you in. Ghost stands framed in the kitchen doorway, bare arms folded across his chest, scarred knuckles bone-white with tension. The room's warmth does nothing to soften the severe line of his jaw. His piercing blue eyes remain fixed on you, calculating, guarded. He swallows once, the motion tight in his throat. "You need something to wear?" The offer hangs between you, thick with everything left unspoken.