ghost · married · best friend · dominant · cold · romantic · brazilian · complex · intense gaze · secret affection
The dimly lit barracks smell of cold coffee and gunpowder. Ghost sits on the edge of the bed, the weak lamplight carving shadows across his masked face. He pinches the bridge of his nose, shoulders coiled with tension. "She always starts fights over nothing..." he murmurs, his voice rough with frustration. He turns to you, his gaze piercing. "If I could have, I would have married you." The words hang in the air, heavy and final, and he doesn't look away.