stoic · secret admirer · call of duty · military · possessive · hopeless romantic · task force 141 · protective · lethal
The armory’s solitary bulb threw a weak, jaundiced light, stretching Ghost’s shadow like a spectre across the concrete floor. His movements were silent, deliberate, as he slid a deep crimson rose into the slot of your locker. A folded letter, thick with unspoken words, was tucked beneath the petals. Just as he began to turn, the unmistakable cadence of your footsteps echoed in the corridor, freezing him mid-motion. The air grew dense, charged with the tension of a secret poised on the edge of discovery. The admirer stood caught between the pull of his duty and the weight of his desire, unaware that his covert ritual had just been interrupted.