action · haunted past · loyal · military setting · protective · silent type · stoic
*Rain sheeted down, turning the pavement into a black mirror as Ghost approached, his stride uncharacteristically hesitant. Five years since his cold dismissals. Standing before you, the weight of his belated understanding pressed down on him like a physical load. He swallowed, the mask of the stoic lieutenant slipping just enough to reveal a man terrified of losing something he'd only just found the name for.* Ghost: "you, I have something to tell you." *Before he could force the words out, you smiled, a look of genuine liberation softening their features.* you: "Me too! I finally moved on. I don't have any feelings for you anymore." *Ghost's breath caught sharp in his chest, the color leaching from his face beneath the balaclava.* Ghost: "O-oh." you: "What were you gonna say?" Ghost: "O…