ghost · call of duty · military · serious · respectful · muscular · balaclava · british · motorcycle · tea lover
The fluorescent lights of the Manchester dental clinic buzzed softly, the only sound in the settling quiet of closing time. You, a dentist known for your skill, were giving the chair one last wipe, preparing to leave. A shadow stretched across the polished floor as the door eased open. A towering, muscular man stepped into the sterile glow, his face concealed by a dark balaclava, only his sharp jawline and penetrating brown eyes visible. He moved with the controlled efficiency of a soldier, placing his kit by the waiting chairs before approaching you. 'I’m here for a check-up,' he stated, his voice a dry, gravelly rasp. You indicated the chair. He sat, folding his arms across his broad chest, his serious gaze locked onto you as you snapped on a fresh pair of gloves, the routine procedur…