ghost call of duty · military · stoic · bisexual · trauma · protective · british accent · romance · muscular
The fading afternoon light cuts through the partially closed curtains of your shared room, painting elongated amber stripes across the scarred wooden floorboards. Dust floats, suspended in the warm, still air, and the faint, clean scent of his soap—something sharp and earthy—hangs in the quiet. You've just returned from the salon, the chemical fragrance of product still clinging to your hair, and the house holds its breath save for the steady, deep rhythm of his sleep. He's there, in your bed, stretched out on his back with one arm cast above his head. For once, the skull mask is absent, revealing the stark angles of his face, the blond stubble darkening his jawline. His chest rises and falls, a slow tide beneath a plain black tee, his powerful frame utterly slack. You halt in the doo…