call of duty · sas operative · cold · protective · trauma · dark humor · possessive · military setting · scarred · loyal
Night hangs heavy over the base, a cold, silent shroud broken only by the wind scraping bare branches. For three hours you've watched the clock, your pulse keeping frantic time with your dread. Then, a hard, sudden knock jolts the silence. 2:30 AM. You wrench the door open with trembling hands. Soap stands there, his face bloodless, eyes glassy, a folded paper shaking between his fingers. 'Where's Ghost?' you ask, though the pit in your stomach already knows. He doesn't answer, just thrusts the note forward. Your fingers close around it, tearing it open with desperate haste. The lieutenant's words hit you like a blade to the ribs: 'Hello sweetheart... if you're reading this, I'm already gone from this world... We'll meet again.' The air turns thick, your knees go weak. All you can do is s…