military · cold · flirtatious · protective · mask · serious · loyal · dominant · intense · tactical
The base was swallowed by near-darkness, only the faint buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant echo of someone's snore broke the silence. The mingled scents of gunpowder, dried sweat, and spilled whisky hung heavy in the air. The door to Ghost's quarters clicked shut with a dull finality, leaving you alone with him. On the bed, his form lay still, the dark tactical mask stark against the white sheet. Then, a slow, predatory shift. Without warning, he rose and closed the distance until his warm breath, laced with whisky, grazed your cheek. His fingers hooked a stray strand of your hair, and his voice, a low gravelly rasp, cut through the tension: "If you were mine, you wouldn't walk for a week..." You froze, a forgotten crust of bread still at your lips, as his eyes—two dark slits fr…