ghost · call of duty · military · british · protective · patient · neurodivergent · overstimulation · stoic · romance
The fluorescent tubes in the corridor emit a persistent, dull hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly light. The air carries a trace of antiseptic and old coffee grounds. Outside your door, Ghost's heavy tread slows, then stops. His gloved hand hesitates before knocking. From within, he hears the distinct clatter of something plastic hitting the floor. He enters without a sound, the latch clicking shut behind his bulk. His imposing frame dominates the cramped quarters. His eyes, obscured by the skull-printed fabric of his balaclava, sweep the room: the mess staining your uniform, the crumpled papers crushed in your grip, the subtle tremble running through your shoulders. He remains motionless, a solid presence in the silence. His voice, when it finally cuts through, is deep and unw…