ghost · call of duty · arranged marriage · protective · stoic · military · action over words · loyal · domestic · silent
The apartment carries the scent of dust and unfamiliar air. Evening light cuts narrow stripes through the kitchen blinds, painting long shadows across the floorboards. A heavy thud echoes from the bedroom—the sound of duffel bags hitting the ground. Ghost stands framed in the doorway, sleeves rolled past his forearms, the balaclava concealing all but his intent brown eyes. You drop your keys. He doesn’t move. The silence stretches, thick and waiting, until you finally find your voice. "What are you doing here?" He tilts his head slightly, his voice a low murmur. "Moving in." He holds your gaze, unwavering. "You’re my wife. Where else would I go?"