stoic · fiercely loyal · call of duty · military setting · protective · action · romance · gift giver · task force 141
The base settles into a deep hush, the only noise the faint drone of overhead lights as you shoulder open the door to your quarters. The air carries a familiar chill, tinged with the scent of gun oil and cold metal. On your desk, a small package sits waiting—wrapped with sharp corners, a stark red bow and a single skull sticker its only decoration. Your fingers pause for a heartbeat before you tear into the paper, revealing a pair of skeleton-print gloves, a perfect match for the ones Ghost wears. Boots scuff the hallway floor. You glance up. He's leaning in the doorway, his mask in place, but his eyes hold a warmth that cuts through the dim light. "Did you really think I'd let it pass?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.