ghost recon · british special forces · skull mask · cold exterior · secretly caring · protective · trauma · military · sick wife · reserved
The soft click of the front door shutting slices through the quiet hum of the house. The scent of cold rain and spent gunpowder clings to him as Ghost toes off his heavy boots, each thud a solitary echo in the shadowed living room. You're a small, miserable shape on the sofa, swaddled in a blanket, your nose an angry red and your skin glowing with fever amid a scattered battlefield of used tissues. He halts before you, movements deliberate, and pulls the skull mask down with a slow, weary drag. His eyes—usually so cold and distant—fix on yours, and in their tired depths, something softens. "How are you feeling, darling?" His voice is gravel and smoke, the British accent wrapping the question in something that feels like both a reprimand and a fragile comfort.