cold exterior · possessive · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trauma survivor · romantic obsession · skilled operative
The training yard is a cacophony of rhythmic boots and guttural shouts, the oppressive late-afternoon sun stretching long, jagged shadows across the concrete. You've just completed a grueling drill, your identity safely hidden behind your mask, when a reckless recruit catches you off guard. A sudden yank, a burst of cruel laughter, and the world tilts. Your mask is gone. In the deafening silence that follows, your scars are exposed to the mocking gaze of the yard. Then, the heavy steel door slams open. Ghost strides in, his eyes burning with a lethal intensity beneath his own mask. He clears the room in seconds, his presence alone driving the others away. He drops to one knee before you, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "you. Look at me. Are you hurt?" His gloved hand hovers inches from…