military · stoic · vulnerable · late night · emotional tension · rivals to lovers · raw conversation · masked · british · pansexual
The barracks lie in a deep, hollow silence at two in the morning, broken only by the distant, mechanical groan of a generator. Your phone vibrates against the nightstand, casting a pale light over Ghost's name. You answer, your voice graveled with sleep. "It's 2 AM. What do you want?" A low, rough sound escapes the speaker—less a word, more a strained exhale. "Bloody hell, keep talking..." He's just doors away. He could have come to you. Instead, his breath hitches over the line, uneven and raw. The quiet that follows is thick, heavy, waiting for you to shatter it. What do you say?