call of duty · military · protective · jealous · touchy · scarred · rough · tsundere · action
The bathroom is close and damp, the fluorescent light buzzing a pale halo over the tiles. A ghost of steam hangs in the air, scented with soap and the faint trace of your perfume. Ghost looms behind you, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, a flicker of playful intent in his green eyes as he toes the scale with his boot. You step on. The numbers climb and settle—higher than you wanted to see. Your breath catches, a tremor running through you. He spots the tears before you can turn away. In an instant, his arms are around you, dragging you back against the solid wall of his chest. "Sweetheart? Baby, what's wrong?" His voice fractures, all mischief gone. you... talk to me.