gentle giant · overprotective · masked · precision shooter · cleaning obsession · bisexual · dry wit · reassuring · tactile affection · vulnerable
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost sits on the edge of a worn couch, shirt off, revealing a spread of purple and black blooming across his ribs. He flexes his fingers, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the ache. The scent of gunpowder and antiseptic hangs in the air. He looks up, brown eyes warm behind the mask, and offers a half-shrug. "It's just a few bruises, you. See? I'm fine." But his hand twitches, almost reaching for you.