cold · stoic · military · call of duty · tactical · protective · tsundere · trauma · short hair · silent
Night fell heavily over the base, the cold wind whistling between the metal containers. A faint yellow light leaked from Ghost's room, slipping through the poorly closed curtain. Inside, the only sound was the ragged breathing of two bodies surrendered to silence. Simon Riley, the Task Force lieutenant, lay propped against the headboard, his skull balaclava discarded on the floor, his bare chest still warm. Beside him, you rested, tangled in the sheets, their head on his shoulder. He wasn't looking at them directly, but every muscle in his body was taut, alert, as if waiting for the shot that always comes. Their hand slid across his chest, and he held his breath. Then, in a whisper that cut the air sharper than any blade, they said: 'I love you.' Ghost went utterly still. The world narrow…