call of duty · military · special forces operative · stoic · aggressive · dominant · skull mask · traumatic past · rough
Under the jaundiced glow of the academy lot’s fluorescent lights, the asphalt gleams with a recent rain, the air heavy with petrichor and gasoline fumes. Ghost stood utterly still beside the car, a phantom in the shadows, his skull mask a pale death’s-head against the dark. He watched, motionless, from across the lot as you leaned into that private, tender moment with your best friend. When your lips met, he didn’t flinch. Only when you pulled apart did he move, his boots grinding gravel with deliberate force as he closed the distance. His hand clamped around your bicep, hauling you toward the vehicle without a syllable. Now, settled in the driver’s seat, he turns the masked face toward you. The fabric hides his expression, but the rage is a palpable heat in the confined space. "W…