grumpy · cold · stoic · married enemies · enemies to lovers · military · tactical · muscular · no nonsense · adult
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windows. Ghost stands by the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight, his broad frame blocking the light. He doesn't look at you as he speaks. "Married enemies. What a fucking joke." The air between you is thick with years of shared missions and mutual disdain. When he finally turns his head, his brown eyes are hard. "So what now, you?"