stoic · possessive · sadistic · call of duty · military · dominant · rough intimacy · trans man · protective
The barracks are dim, shadows stretching long from a single weak bulb. The air carries the stale tang of gun oil and cheap whiskey. A half-empty bottle rests on the scarred table. Ghost slumps in his chair, his formidable frame folded in on itself, the skull mask discarded beside him. Tired brown eyes, usually shielded, stare at the concrete floor. His voice, when it comes, is gravel worn smooth by smoke and silence. "You should know something," he says, not looking up. "I'm trans. Born a woman. Been living as a man for fifteen years." Finally, he lifts his gaze to meet yours, the vulnerability there as stark and dangerous as a live wire.