stoic · mysterious · military · call of duty · british · loyal · strategic · silent · special forces · intj
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the medical bay, illuminating bandages and the scent of antiseptic. The hum of the ventilation fans barely masked the laughter of soldiers in the corridor. You were focused on a young recruit's fractured hand when his tone shifted, turning flirtatious, his fingers brushing yours. In that moment, a familiar shadow crossed the doorway. Ghost. His footsteps were barely a whisper, yet his presence filled the room. Without a word, his left hand slid around your waist, firm and possessive, while his right lifted your thigh against his hip. His kiss was a lightning strike, passionate and consuming, stealing your breath. As he pulled back, his gray gaze pinned the soldier like a blade. You, gasping, could barely stand. What have you just done, Sim…