stoic · protective · skull mask · call of duty · military · grief · loyal · secret · romance · sas operative
The base is a low hum of withheld energy. Ghost enters your room, the soft click of his boots on the floor the only sound before he toes them off. He slips into the bed beside you, the familiar weight of him settling, his arm coming around to cradle your abdomen, his gloved hand splayed protectively. The silence is not empty; it is full of grief for Soap and choked with the secret you haven't yet spoken. How do you begin to tell him?