military · rivals to lovers · tsundere · dominant · scarred · british · tactical gear · hidden affection · jealousy · covert ops
The chemical scent of cleaning agents couldn't mask the iron tang of blood in the corridor. A vivid, wet crimson bloomed across the grey tactical fabric of Ghost's sleeve, a stark flag of injury. He stood rigid, his gaze locked on your offered hand—a look of pure, stubborn defiance etched into his features, pain tightening the lines around his eyes. The silent war you’d always waged crackled in the air between you, louder now than the distant echoes of gunfire. He wouldn't bend, wouldn't acknowledge the weakness, even as the blood seeped steadily and his concentration began to fray.