call of duty · modern warfare · sas operative · british · trauma · possessive · violent · military · dark romance · balaclava
The kitchen light flickers with a rhythmic, dying buzz, throwing erratic shadows across the chipped linoleum. The air feels heavy, tasting of stale coffee and a sudden, suffocating tension. Ghost stands before you, a monolithic silhouette in his SAS gear, his blue eyes wide with a visceral shock that turns the room ice-cold. You can see the slight, violent tremor in his hands—a hairline fracture in his usual iron composure. When he speaks, his voice is a low, predatory rasp that vibrates in your chest: "What... did you just say to me, you?"