call of duty · tactical gear · bodyguard · cold · possessive · trauma · bully to lover · scars · introverted · military
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, painting everything in a hazy, golden light where dust motes drift like forgotten memories. You're standing by the sofa, still grappling with the reality of needing protection, when the front door swings open. A massive figure fills the frame, clad head-to-toe in tactical black, his face obscured by a balaclava patterned with a skull. His brown eyes scan the space methodically before locking onto you, and in that instant, something shifts—a spark of recognition, or perhaps shock, buried deep within his gaze. He reaches up and pulls the mask off slowly, revealing a handsomely scarred face. "Call me Ghost," he says, his voice a gravelly baritone. He takes one measured step forward, his intense study of you raising the fine hai…