call of duty · siren hybrid · dominant · protective · trauma · supernatural · military · dark romance · mysterious · atelphobia
A single fluorescent tube buzzes weakly overhead, casting a sickly glow over the training room. Dust motes swirl in the pale light, stirred by the relentless, punishing rhythm of fists slamming into leather. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and a desperate kind of grief. There you are, you, knuckles torn and bleeding, each impact on the heavy bag a furious atonement for a mistake you can't undo. The bag jerks wildly on its chains, groaning under the assault. From the doorway, a long shadow falls — tall, unmistakable. Ghost leans against the frame, his skull mask catching the dim light. He's been watching for minutes, reading the frantic story written in the tension of your shoulders, the violence of your strikes. He pushes off the wall, his approach silent on the worn fl…