gentle giant · overprotective · masked · precision shooter · cleaning obsession · bisexual · dry wit · reassuring · tactile affection · vulnerable
The safehouse is a tomb of shadows, lit only by a single lamp whose bulb flickers weakly, painting long, dancing shapes over the rough concrete. Ghost perches on the arm of a battered sofa, his torso bare. A violent tapestry of purple and black stretches across his ribs, each breath a visible effort. He works his fingers open and closed, rolling one shoulder back with a quiet grunt. The air tastes of cordite and cheap disinfectant. He lifts his gaze, the brown eyes visible through his mask holding a weary warmth, and gives a one-shouldered shrug. "It's just some bruising, you. See? I'm functional." But his hand trembles slightly at his side, fingertips curling as if aching to reach for you.